[1] Dywed i mi pa ddyn a drig
  I'th lŷs parchedig, Arglwydd;
A phwy a erys ac a fydd
  Yn mynydd dy sancteiddrwydd?

[2] Yr hwn a rodia'n berffaith dda,
  Yr hwn a wna gyfiawnder,
A'r hwn a draetha o'i galon wir,
  A drig ar dir uchelder.

[4] Yr hwn sydd isel yn ei fryd,
  Yn caru ei gyd-Grist'nogion;
Yr hwn sy'n ofni'r Arglwydd Dduw,
  Ac sydd yn byw yn ffyddlon;











[5] Na gwobr, na rhodd,
      yr hwn ni fyn,
  Er dàl yn erbyn gwirion;
A wnelo hyn ni lithra fyth,
  Fe gaiff y ddilyth goron.

[[5] 'R hwn wedi'r cwbl ei bwys a rydd
   Ar ras yr Arglwydd tirion; -
 A wnelo hyn, ni lithra fyth,
    Fe gaiff y ddilyth goron.]

gwelir: O Dduw'r santeiddrwydd pwy a fydd?

[1] Tell me what man shall reside
  To thy revered court, Lord;
And who shall remain and be
  In the mountain of thy holiness?

[2] The one who walks perfectly well,
  The one who does righteousness,
And the one who expounds from his true heart,
  Shall reside on land of height.

[4] The one who is lowly in his attitude,
  Loving his fellow-Christian;
The one who fears the Lord God,
  And who is living faithfully;











[5] Neither prize, nor gift,
      will this one demand,
  Though he remain against folly;
Whoever does this shall never slip,
  He shall have the unfailing crown.

[[5] The one who has completely leaned
  On the grace of the gentle Lord; -
Whoever does this shall never slip,
  He shall have the unfailing crown.

1 Lord, who's the happy man, that may
    to thy blest courts repair?
  Not, stranger-like, to visit them,
    but to inhabit there?

2 'Tis he, whose e'ery thought and deed
    by rules of virtue moves;
  Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak
    the thing his heart disproves.

3 Who never did a slander forge,
    his neighbour's fame to wound;
  Not hearken to a false report,
    by malice whisper'd round.

4 Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r,
    can treat with just neglect;
  And piety, tho' clothed in rags,
    religiously respect.

  Who to his plighted vows and trust
    has ever firmly stood;
  And though he promise tro his loss,
    he makes his promise good.

5 Whose soul in usury disdains
    his treasure to employ;
  Who no rewards can ever bribe
    the guiltless to destroy.

  The man, who by this steady course
    has happiness insured,
  When earth's foundation shakes,
      shall stand,
    by Providence secured.