Dyro olwg ar dy haeddiant

Dyro olwg ar dy haeddiant,
  Golwg ar dy deyrnas rad;
Brynwyd i mi ac a seliwyd,
  Seliwyd i mi ā dy waed;
Rho i mi gyrchu tu ag atti,
  Peidio byth a llwfrhau;
Ar fy nhaith ni cheisiaf gennyt,
  Ond yn unig dy fwynhau.

Ac ni cheisiaf drysor arall,
  Ond tydi mewn anial fyd;
'Rwyt ti'n ddigon byth dy hunan,
  Dim ond ti a lanw mryd,
Nid oes gystudd fyth wna niwed,
  Pan bwy'n pwyso ar dy rym;
Hebot nid oes rwyd gan Satan.
  Na wna'n rhyw fodd niwed im'.

Gyda thi yr āf trwy'r fyddin,
 Gyda thi yr āf trwy'r tan, -
Nid ofnaf ymchwydd yr Iorddonen,
  Ond it' fyned o fy mlaen:
Ti yw fy amddiffynfa gadarn,
  Ti yw fy Mrenin a fy Nhad;
Ti dy hunan oll yn unig,
  Yw fy iachawdwriaeth rād.

Ffynnon wyt o bob tosturi,
  Nid oes gwybod
      faint dy ras,
Dy haelioni sydd yn cynnal,
  Pob peth ar y ddaear lās:
Dal fy ysbryd gwan i fynu,
  Edrych ar y bryniau mawr,
Sydd yn pwyso ar fy ngalon,
  Ac yn ceisio'm dodi i lawr.

D'wed pa bryd cāf yfed dyfroedd,
  Dyfroedd gloew sy'n iachau,
Pob rhyw bleser wedi darfod,
  Ond yn unig dy fwynhau:
Pwyso'm henaid ar dy fynwes,
  Edrych yn dy wyneb llon,
Caru nes anghofio'r oriau,
  Sy' imi ar y ddaear hon.

gwelir:
  Ffynnon wyt o bob tosturi
  Gwlad o d'wyllwch wyf yn trigo
  O am nerth i dreulio 'nyddiau
  Tan y don yr wyf yn llefain

Give a look on thy virtue,
  A look on thy gracious kingdom;
Bought for me and sealed,
  Sealed for me with thy blood;
Grant me to set off towards thee,
  And never to be discouraged;
On my journey I will seek nothing from thee,
  But only to enjoy thee.

And I will seek no other treasure,
  But thee in a desert world;
Thou art sufficient forever thyself,
  Non but thee shall fill my mind,
There is no affliction shall ever do harm,
  While I live leaning on thy strength;
Without thee Satan has no snare,
  That can do any kind of harm to me.

With thee I shall go through the army,
 With thee I shall go through the fire, -
I shall not fear the swelling of the Jordan,
  If only thou go before me:
Thou are my strong defence,
  Thou are my King and my Father;
Thou thyself all alone,
  Art my gracious salvation.

A fount art thou of every mercy,
  There is no knowing
    the extent of thy grace,
Thy goodness is upholding
  Every thing under the blue sky:
Hold my weak spirit up,
  Look on the great hills,
Which are weighing on my heart,
  And trying to put me down.

Say when I may drink waters,
  Clear waters which are healing,
Every kind of pleasure having faded away,
  Except enjoying thee alone:
Leaning my soul on thy breast,
  Looking on thy cheerful face,
Loving until forgetting the hours,
  Which are left to me on this earth.