Caed baban mewn preseb

Caed baban bach mewn preseb
  Drosom ni,
A golau Duw'n ei ŵyneb
  Drosom ni:
Mae gwyrthiau Galilea,
A'r syched yn Samaria,
A'r dagrau ym Methania
  Drosom ni;
Mae'r llaw fu'n torri'r bara
  Drosom ni.

Mae'r geiriau pur lefarodd
  Drosom ni,
Mae'r dirmyg a ddioddefodd
  Drosom ni:
Mae gwerth y Cyfiawn hwnnw,
A'r groes a'r hoelion garw,
A'r cwpan chwerw, chwerw
  Drosom ni;
Mae gwaed yr Oen fu farw
  Drosom ni.

[Mae'r gwinwydd yn blodeuo
   Drosom ni,
 Mae Saron yn blaguro
   Drosom ni:
 Mae gwerth y Cyfiawn hwnnw,
 A'r groes a'r hoelion garw,
 A'r cwpan chwerw, chwerw
   Drosom ni;
 Mae gwaed yr Oen fu farw
   Drosom ni.]

Mae gorsedd y Cyfryngwr
  Drosom ni;
Mae gweddi yr Eiriolwr
  Drosom ni:
Mae cwmni'r apostolion,
Ardderchog lu'r merthyron,
A thyrfa'r gwaredigion
  Drosom ni;
Mae Duw a'i holl angylion
  Drosom ni.

A baby was found in a manger
  For us:
With the light of God in his face
  For us,
The miracles in Galilee,
And the thirst in Samaria,
And the tears in Bethany are
  For us;
The hand that broke the bread is
  For us.

The pure words he spoke are
  For us,
The scorn that he suffered is
  For us:
The worth of that righteous One,
And the cross and the rough nails,
And the bitter, bitter cup are
  For us:
The blood of the Lamb who died is
  For us.

[The vines are flowering
   For us,
 Sharon is sprouting
   For us:
 The worth of that righteous One,
 And the cross and the rough nails,
 And the bitter, bitter cup are
   For us:
 The blood of the Lamb who died is
   For us.]

The throne of the Mediator is
  For us;
The prayer of the Intercessor is
  For us:
The company of the apostles,
The excellent host of the martyrs,
And the throng of the delivered are
  For us;
God and all his angels are
  For us.