Fy Arglwydd a yfodd y cwpan

Fy Arglwydd a yfodd y cwpan,
  F'e gliriodd y gwaddod yn lân,
Am hyny myn f'enaid ei garu
  A'i ganmol trwy
      ddyblu fy nghan;
Er cymaint oedd
    angerdd ei boenau,
  Er maint ydoedd
      grym yr holl lid,
Gogoniant tragwyddol i'w enw,
  Fe yfodd y gwaddod i gyd.

'Tis my Lord who drank the cup,
  He cleared the dregs completely,
Therefore my soul insists on loving him
  And extolling him through
      doubling my song;
Despite how great was
    the intensity of his pains,
  In spite of how great was
      the force o all the wrath,
Eternal glory to his name,
  He drank all the dregs.

The wrath of God, oh, He hath taken,
  Blood of his heart in mercy shed;
Yea, by this bread and wine the token,
  On Him through faith
      we now are fed;
Though his heart was
    in sorrow broken,
  Many the tears and
      great the pain,
And thus He was in grief forsaken,
  For us eternal life to gain.