Dy hen addewid rasol

Dy hen addewid rasol
  A gadwodd rif y gwlith
O ddynion wedi eu colli
  A gān amdani byth;
Er cael eu mynych glwyfo
  Gan bechod is y nen,
Iacheir eu clwyfau mawrion
  Ā dail y bywiol bren.

gwelir:
  Ni cheisiai yn wyneb Moses
  Pechadur wyf O Arglwydd

Thy old gracious promise
  Has kept as many as dewdrops
Of lost men
  Who sing about it forever;
Despite being often wounded
  By sin below the sky,
To be healed are their great wounds
  With the foliage of the lively tree.

Thy gracious ancient promise
  Has saved a countless host,
Who sing its praise for ever--
  Once they were of the lost:
Though often sorely wounded
  With evil in the strife,
They found the leaves of healing
  Upon the tree of life.