Duw a sicrhâ bob uchel fryn

Duw a sicrhâ bob uchel fryn
  A'i wregys yn gadernid;
Hwn a ostega'r môr a'i don,
  A rhuad eigion enbyd.

Dyfrhau y ddaear sech yr wyt,
  Dy afon lanwyd drosti;
Darperaist lifddwr
    hyd ei llawr
  I'w thramawr gyfoethogi.

Pob rhych yr wyt yn ei ddyfrhau,
  A'i chŵysau'r wyt i'w gostwng;
A'i rhoi yn mwyd mewn cawod wlith,
  I'w chnwd rhoi fendith deilwng.

Coroni'r ydwyt ti fel hyn
  Y flwyddyn â'th ddaioni,
Ac yn dy gariad, Duw fy Nêr,
  Diferaist frasder arni.

Drwy'th fendith di, y gwastad dir
  A guddir oll â defaid;
Crechwenant,
    canant bawb ynghyd,
  A'r wlad âg ŷd ei llonaid.

gwelir:
  Rhan I - I Ti O Dduw y gweddai mawl
  Ymwel'd â'r ddaear wyt O Dduw

It is God who establishes every high hill
  With his belt in strength;
He is it who calms the sea and its wave,
  And the roar of the angry ocean.

Watering the dry earth thou art,
  God's river streams over it:
Thou hast prepared a water-stream
    along its ground,
  Greatly to enrich it.

Every ridge thou art watering,
  And its furrows thou art softening;
And making it moist in a shower of dew,
  To give to its crop a worthy blessing.

Thou dost thus crown
  The year with thy goodness:
In this way, God my LORD,
  Thou hast dripped fatness on it.

Through thy blessing, the waste land
  Shall all be covered with sheep:
They will laugh,
    they will all sing together,
  And the land with grain of its fulness.

 6 God, by his strength, sets fast the hills,
     and does his matchless pow'r engage,
 7 With which the sea's loud waves he stills, 
     and angry crowds tumultuous rage.

 9 From out thy unexhausted store
     thy rain relieves the thirsty ground;
   Makes lands,
       that barren were before,
     with corn and useful fruits abound.
 
10 On rising ridges down It pours,
     and ev'ry furrowed valley fills;
   Thou mak'st them soft with gentle show'rs,
     in which a blest increase distils.

11 Thy goodness does the circling year
     with fresh returns of plenty crown;
   And, where thy glorious paths appear,
     thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.

13 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
     the cheerful downs; the valleys bring
   A plenteous crop
       of full-eared corn,
     and seem for joy to shout and sing.