Mae Duw yn noddfa i'r saint,
    Yn nghanol 'stormydd blin;
  Diogel yw eu braint
    Bob tymhor a phob hin:
Ehydd waredigaeth lawn o'r nef
Cyn braidd y llefont arno Ef!

  Pe treiglai'r bryniau maith
    Yn nghyd i'r dyfnder mawr;
  Pe crynai'r ddaear laith,
    A siglo
          seiliau'r llawr;
Diogel fydd y Saint o hyd
Dan nodded Prynwr
      mawr y byd!

[  Ped f'ai mynyddoedd maith
     Yn treiglo i'r dyfnder mawr;
   Pe crynai'r ddaear laith,
     A siglo
           seiliau'r llawr;
 Ni sigla ffydd credinwyr mwy
 Tra ar y Graig sylfaenir hwy.]

gwelir: Er nad yw'm cnawd ond gwellt

  God is a refuge for the saints,
    In the midst of grievous storms
  Safe is their privilege
    In every season and every climate:
Full deliverance shall fly from heaven
Before they scarcely cry to him!

  If the vast hills should move
    Together with the great depth;
  If the moist earth should tremble,
    And the foundations of
          the ground shake;
Safe shall be the saints yet
Under the refuge of the great
      Redeemer of the world!

[  If the vast mountains should
     Trundle to the great depth;
   If the moist earth should tremble,
     And the foundations of
           the ground shake;
 The faith of believers shall shake no more
 While on the Rock their are founded.]

God is the refuge of His saints,
  When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
  Behold Him present with His aid.


Let mountains from their seats be hurled
  Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world:
  Our faith shall never yield to fear.


Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
  In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore,
  Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.


Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, 
  steadfast against a threatening hour; 
nor can her firm foundations move, 
  built on his truth and armed with power.