Fy Nghre(u)wr mawr Rheolwr doeth y byd

Fy Nghreuwr mawr,
      Rheolwr doeth y byd,
Rhof fawl dilyth
      i'th enw cu o hyd;
  Dy gariad rhad yn destyn
        yw i'm cān;
  Ti'm cedwaist hyd yn awr
        rhag fflamiau tān;

    Clod calon roddaf mwy
          i Ben y bydoedd,
    Llywodraeth fawr ei ras
          sydd yn oes oesoedd.

Creadur gwael iawn wyf,
      di dda, diddawn,
Heb haeddiant ddim o'm tu,
      ond beiau'n llawn;
  Pa beth a allaf roddi'n
        dal i'm Daw,
  Am achub pryfyn tlawd,
        mor ddrwg ei liw?

Fe bia'r cwbl oll
      ag sydd is nen,
Pob angel da a dyn,
      fe yw ei ben,
  Ac ynddo ef mae pawb
        yn byw a bod;
  Trwy gymhorth gras
        fe gaiff ddyladwy glod.

My great Creator,
      the wise Ruler of the world,
I give unfailing praise
      to thy dear name always;
  Thy gracious love is the theme
        of my song;
  Thou hast saved me until now
        from the flames of fire;

    A heart's praise I shall give evermore
          to the Head of the worlds,
    The great government of whose grace
          is forever and ever.

A very base creature am I,
      without good, without ability,
Without any merit at all on my side,
      but full of sins;
  What can I give as
        payment to my God,
  For saving a poor worm,
        so wicked his condition?

He owns all the entirety
      of what is beneath the sky,
Every angel, beast and man,
      he is his head,
  And in him are all
      living and being;
  Through the help of grace
        he shall get his due praise.