Clod clod (Fy Nuw am dynu at dy dro'd)

      Clod, clod,
Fy Nuw, am dynu at dy dro'd
Yr ysbryd balchaf fu erio'd;
  Er mwyn fy mod i fawl dy ras,
    Dy elyn cas, ei enill wnawd
  O'i rwysg a'i wawd,
          yn ufudd was.

      Tra bwy'
D'ewyllys di ddewisaf mwy,
A'th garu wnaf
        dan gudd dy glwy';
  Fy Ngheidwad dwyfol!
          gwerth dy loes
    Ar hyd fy oes
            mi draetha' 'n rhydd,
  A'm hymffrost fydd am
          Grist a'i groes.

      Acclaim, acclaim,
My God, for drawing to thy foot
The proudest spirit that ever was;
  That I be to the praise of thy grace,
    Thy detestable enemy, won he was
  From his presumption and his scorn,
          into an obedient servant.

      While ever I live
Thy will I shall choose evermore,
And love thee I shall
        under the cover of thy wound;
  My divine Saviour!
          the worth of thy anguish
    All my life long
            I shall expound freely,
  And my boast shall be about
          Christ and his cross.