Duw crëa galon bur

Duw, crëa galon bur,
  Dod imi gysur beunydd,
I fyw yn well tra fwy'n y byd,
  Dod ynof ysbryd newydd.

O Dduw, na ddyro chwaith
  Fi ymaith o'th olygon,
Ac na chymer dy Ysbryd Glân,
  Oddiwrthyf, druan gwirion.

Gorfoledd dwg i mi
  Drwy roddi im dy iechyd,
A chynnal â'th ysbrydol ddawn
  Fi i fyw'n uniawn hefyd.

Duw, agor y min mau,
  Â'm genau mi a ganaf,
O! Arglwydd, gerdd o'th fawl a'th nerth,
  Wel dyna'r aberth pennaf.

Aberthau Duw i gyd
  Yw ysbryd pur drylliedig;
Ac ni ddiystyri, O! Dduw Iôn,
  Y galon gystuddiedig.

Bydd dda wrth Sïon fryn,
  O Arglwydd, hyn a fynni:
Ac wrth Gaersalem, dy dref-tâd,
  A gwna adeilad arni.

gwelir:
  Aberthau Duw i gyd
  Trugaredd dod i mi

God, create a pure heart,
  Give me comfort daily,
To live better while I am in the world,
  Put in me a new spirit.

O God, neither turn
  Me away from thy sight,
And do not take thy Holy Spirit,
  From me, a foolish wretch.

Jubilation bring to me
  Through giving me thy salvation,
And support with thy spiritual gift
  Me to live uprightly also.

God, open my lip,
  With my mouth I will sing,
O Lord, music of thy fame and thy strength,
  Behold, this is the chief sacrifice.

All the sacrifices of God
  Are a pure broken spirit;
And thou wilt not disdain, O Lord God,
  The afflicted heart.

Be good to Zion hill,
  O Lord, which thou dost will:
And to Jerusalem, thy father's town,
  And build upon it.

 9 Blot out my crying sins,
     nor me in anger view;
10 Create in me a heart that's clean,
     an upright mind renew.

11 Withdraw not thou thy help,
     nor cast me from thy sight;
   Nor let thy holy Spirit take
     its everlasting flight.

12 The joy thy favor gives
     let me again obtain;
   And thy free Spirit's firm support
     my fainting soul sustain.

15 Do thou unlock my lips,
     with sorrow closed and shame;
   So shall my mouth thy wondrous praise
     to all the world proclaim.

17 A broken spirit is
     by God most highly prized;
   By him a broken contrite heart
     shall never be despised.

18 Let Zion favour find,
     of thy good-will assured;
   And thy own city flourish long,
     by lofty walls secured.