Fy Nuw, ni chesiaf gennyt Ti
Weld beth sydd yma'n f'aros i;
  Os hawddfyd yn f'angylchu fydd,
  Rhof glod i'th enw
      glân bob dydd.


Os t'wyllwch fydd, a blinder im',
Ceisiaf ymddiried yn dy rym;
  Digon, os bydd i'th gariad cu,
  Lewyrchu trwy bob cwmwl du.


Dymunai f'enaid wybod nawr -
A'm cais fydd hyn
    tra ar y llawr, -
  Mae f'eiddo wyt: hyn caniatâ,
  Yna, fy Nuw, pob peth yn dda.

My God, I will not seek from Thee
To see what is here awaiting me;
  If happiness around me shall be,
  I shall give praise to thy
      holy name every day.


If darkness shall be, and weariness to me,
I shall seek to trust in thy power;
  Sufficient, if thy dear love
  Shine through every black cloud.


My soul would wish to know now -
And my request shall be this
    while on the earth, -
  My possession thou art: this grants,
  Then, my God, that everything is good.

My Lord, how full of sweet content;
I pass my years of banishment!
 Where'er I dwell, I dwell with Thee,
  In Heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime;
  I can be calm and free from care
  On any shore, since God is there.

While place we seek, or place we shun
The soul finds happiness in none;
  But with a God to guide our way,
  'Tis equal joy, to go or stay.

Could I be cast where Thou are not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot:
  But regions none remote I call,
  Secure of finding God in all.

from the French
Amour que mon âme est contente

Madame Guyon 1648-1717

Tune [LM 8888]: Hamburg (Lowell Mason 1792-1872)