Fy enaid paid a llwfrhau

Fy enaid, paid a llwfrhau,
Wrth wel'd gofidiau'n amlhau;
  Fe dry fy Nuw'r
      holl groesau blin,
  Ar ben fy nhaith,
      yn felus wîn.

Fe'u rhifwyd gan anfeidrol Fôd,
Cyn imi gwrdd ag un erioed;
  Fe'u pwyswyd yn y glorian fawr,
  Cyn cael fy mod ar ddaear lawr.

Mi dro'f fy ngwyneb tua'r bryn,
Lle daeth im' nerth
    wrth raid cyn hyn;
  Nes delo'r awr i fyned trwy,
  Na wela'i groes
      na thrallod mwy.

gwelir: O Arglwydd dyro fwy o flas

My soul, do not lose heart,
On seeing griefs multiplying;
  My God will turn all
      the wearying crosses,
  At the end of my journey,
      into sweet wine.

They are numbered by an infinite Being,
Before I ever met with any;
  He weighed them in the great scales,
  Before I had my being on earth below.

I will turn my face towards the hill,
Where strength came to me
    in need before this;
  Until coming now to go through,
  I will see neither the cross
      nor trouble any more.