Arglwydd, yn dy nerth a'th rin,
  Mae'r brenin mewn llawenydd;
Ac yn dy iechyd, yr un wedd,
  Mae ei orfoledd beunydd.

Can's da'r achubaist ei flaen ef
  A doniau'r nef yn gyntaf;
Ac ar ei ben, ddaionus Ion,
  Rhoist goron o'r aur puraf. 

I'th iachawdwriaeth mae yn byw,
  A mawr yw ei ogoniant;
Gosodaist arno barch a nerth,
  A phrydferth yw ei lwyddiant.

Gwneist E'n fendithion er dy fawl,
  Trwy rodd dragwyddawl iddo:
Llewyrch dy wyneb byth a fydd
  Yn fawr lawenydd arno.

Lord, in thy strength and thy merit,
  The king is in joy;
And in thy salvation, the same condition,
  His jubilation is daily.

For well thou hast preceded him
  With heaven's gifts first;
And on his head, good Lord,
  Thou hast put a crown of purest gold.

To thy salvation he lives,
  And great is his glory;
Thou didst put on him honour and strength,
  And beautiful is his success.

Thou madest Him blessings for thy praise,
  Through an eternal gift to him:
The radiance of thy face forever will be
  A great joy to him.