Fy enaid rhaid fod Duw

  Fy enaid, rhaid fod Duw:
    Mae holl dafodau'r nef
  Yn traethu wrth y byw
    Am ei ogoniant ef;
Mae dydd yn dweyd wrth ddydd a glyw,
A nos wrth nos o hyd fod Duw.

  Pob seren glaer uwchben
    A ddywed wrth y llall, -
  Mae llywydd mawr y nen
    A'u lluniodd yn ddiball;
Mae byd wrth fyd o hyd yn dweyd,
Mae dwylaw Duw fu yn eu gwneyd.

  Argraffwyd Enw'r Ior,
    Y eglur ar bob rhan -
  Ar frigwyn dònau'r môr,
    Ac hefyd ar y lan;
Dweyd wrth eu gilydd am yr Ior,
Mewn eglur iaith, mae tir a môr.

  My soul, it must be that God is:
    All the tongues of heaven are
  Expounding to the living
    About his glory;
Day is speaking to day which hears,
And night to night always that God is.

  Every shining star overhead
    Is saying to the other, -
  The great governor of the heavens
    Has designed them unfailingly;
World unto world is still saying,
That God's two hands have made them.

  The Lord's name is printed,
    Clearly in every sense -
  On the white tops of the sea's waves,
    And also on the shore;
Telling each other about the Lord,
In a clear language, are land and sea.