Er cymmaint fy meiau'r wisg oreu os caf

Er cymmaint fy meiau,
    'r wisg oreu os caf,
I blith y llu nefol
    mor wrol yr af!
  Ag yno my ganaf,
      cyhoeddaf o hyd
  Ogoniant fy Mhrynwr,
      sef Barnwr y byd.

Cyfiawnder dilwgr
    fy Marnwr i mi,
I atteb i'r gyfraith
    a'i haraith lem hi;
  Nid ofnaf ei phurdeb,
      ei gwyneb, na'i gwg,
  Nag uffern arswydus,
      druenus a drwg.

Cyfiawnder digonol
    a hollol yw hwn,
Fe gyddia hen anmhur
    greadur yn grwn;
  Na wel anuwiolion,
      hen feibion y fall,
  Un achos i'w erlid
      am wendid neu wall.

Cyfiawnder Messïa
    a'm pura'n mhob peth,
Na chyfra'r gorchymyn
    i'm fymrun o feth;
  Fe'm gwisg i Baradwys
      yn gymmwys i gyd,
  A g'weddus drag'wyddol
      a hollol o hyd.

Cyfiawnder fy Mhrynwr,
    da weithiwr di wall,
Sy'n atteb i'r gyfraith
    yn berffaith heb ball;
  Ei gael wedi'i gyfri
      i mi yn mhob man,
  A ddaw a thangnefedd
      yn rhyfedd i'm rhan.

Nid wy'n gofyn chwaneg
    yn anrheg o'r nef,
Gan Dad tra'wyddoldeb,
    nac undeb âg nef,
  A gwisgo'i gyfiawnder
      yn dyner bob dydd;
  A byw yn ei gariad
      a'm rhodiad yn rhydd.

Am fantell cyfiawnder
    bydd mwnder y mawl,
Pob un a f'o ynddi,
    caiff rhein'y hir hawl,
  I wir orfoleddu
      am Iesu'n ei mysg,
  Yn gymmwys i'r nefoedd
      a withiodd y wisg.

Er dued, er tlotted,
    er noethed &'375;m ni,
Fe weithiwyd cyfiawnder,
    Grist tyner, gen't ti,
  Ond i ni gael hono
      i'n gwisgo rhag gwarth,
  Diflanna'n pechodau
      o'n teiau fel tarth.

Despite the extent of my sins,
    the best clothing if I get,
In the midst of the heavenly host
    so bravely I will go!
  And there I will sing,
      I will publish always
  The glory of my Redeemer,
      that is, the Judge of the world.

The incorrupt righteousness
    of my Judge to me,
To answer the law
    and its sharp oration;
  I will not fear its purity,
      its face, nor its frown,
  Nor hell horrific,
      wretched and evil.

Sufficient righteousness
    and whole is this,
It will cover an old, impure
    creature roundly;
  The ungodly old sons
      of the devil will not see,
  Any cause to persecute him
      for weakness or error.

The righteousness of the Messiah
    will purify me in everything,
The commandment will not keep account
    for a moment of anything;
  He will dress me for Paradise
      altogether eligibly,
  And appropriately eternally
      and wholly always.

The righteousness of my Redeemer,
    a good worker without fault,
Is responding to the lw
    perfectly without fail;
  He gets accounted
      for me in every place,
  And brings wonderful
      peace for my part.

I will ask for nothing extra
    as a present from heaven,
By eternal Father,
    than union with heaven,
  And wear his righteousness
      tenderly every day;
  And live in his love
      which will conduct me free.

As a mantle righteousness
    will be the gentleness of praise,
Every one who be in it,
    they will get a long right,
  To truly be jubilant
      about Jesus in our midst,
  Eligible for heaven
      who made the clothing.

Despite how black, despite how poor,
    despite how naked we are,
Righteousness was made,
    tender Christ, by thee,
  Only for us to get this
      to dress us against shame,
  Our sins will disappear
      from our houses like mist.