Fy enaid mola'r Arglwydd byw

Fy enaid, mola'r Arglwydd byw;
  O f'Arglwydd, Dduw y mawredd!
Mawr wyt, gogoniant a gei di,
  Ymwisgi âg anrhydedd.

Megys ei ddillad y gwisg fo
  Am dano y goleuad;
Rhydd yn ei gylch yr wybr ar dân
  Yn llydan, fel llen wastad.

Cref y rhoes sail
    y ddaear gron,
  Fel na syfl hon oddi yno;
A'r hon a 'bery fel y rhoes
  O oes i oes heb siglo.

Tydi, O Dduw! ddilledaist hon
  A'r eigion yn fantellau;
Ac oni bai dy ddeheu-law,
  Ai'r deifr uwch law y bryniau.

Gosodaist derfyn
    lle'r arhônt,
  Ac fel nad elont drosto,
Ac fel na ddelont byth
    dros lawr
  Y ddaear fawr, i'w chuddio.

O Dduw! mor ryfedd yw dy waith,
  O'th synwyr berffaith dradoeth!
Gwnaethost bob peth
    â doethder dawn,
  A'r tir sydd
      lawn o'th gyfoeth.

gwelir: Rhan II - Duw pan agorech di dy law

My soul, praise the living Lord;
  O my Lord, God of the majesty!
Great art thou, thou hast glory,
  Thou dost clothe thyself with honour.

As his clothing he wears
  About him the light;
Freely around him the sky on fire
  Broadly, like a continuous curtain.

Stongly he set the foundation
    of the round earth,
  That this would not move from there;
And this shall endure as he set it
  From age to age without shaking.

Thou, O God, didst clothe this
  With the ocean as mantles;
And but for thy right hand,
  The deep would go above the hills.

Thou didst set a boundary
    where they stop,
  And that they would not go over it,
And that they would not come ever
      over the ground
  Of the great earth, to cover it.

O God, how wonderful is thy work!
  Of thy perfect sense so wise!
Thou madest every thing
    with the wisdom of ability,
  And the land which is
      full of thy wealth.

 1 Bless God, my soul; thou, Lord, alone 
     possessest empire without bounds;
   With honor thou art crowned, thy throne 
     eternal majesty surrounds.

 2 With light thou dost thyself enrobe,
     and glory for a garment take;
   Heav'n's curtains stretch beyond the globe, 
     thy canopy of state to make.


 5 Earth on her center fixed he set,

     her face with waters overspread,

 6 Nor proudest mountains dared, as yet,

    to lift above the waves their head.



 9 There hast thou fixed
       the ocean's bounds, 
     the threat'ning surges to repel;
   That they no more
       o'erpass the mounds, 
     nor to a second deluge swell.

24 How various, Lord, thy works are found, 
     for which thy wisdom we adore;
   The earth is with
       thy treasure crowned, 
     till nature's hand
         can grasp no more.