O bob trysorau tan y nef,
Y pennaf yw ei heddwch ef,
  Ei fath ni fedd yr India fawr:
Yn unig hwn a'm ceidw'n hy,
Yn erbyn g'lynion mwya cry',
  Na chaffont byth mo mhen i lawr.

O! gariad uchaf fu erioed,
Fry oddi ar, neu îs y rhod,
  Blaen brawf o'r gwleddoedd nefol pur:
Ni cheisiaf byth, tra dan y nef,
Ond teimlo'i awel hyfryd ef,
  Digonir fi yn y nefol dir.

O! dowch yn mlaen, yn ddinacâd,
Mi glywaf swn caniadau'r wlad -
  Peth o'r gorfoledd,
      peth o'r clod:
Difyrwch sydd yn nghwmni Duw
Nad oes o dan y sêr yn byw
  A wybu am ei fath erioed.

gwelir: Gwnawd concwest ar Galfaria fryn

Of every treasure under heaven,
The chief is his peace,
  Its kind great India does not possess:
In this alone am I kept confident,
Against the strongest enemies,
  May they never bring my head down.

O highest ever love!
From up above, or below the sky,
  A foretaste of the pure, heavenly feasts:
I shall not seek, while ever under heaven,
But to feel his delightful breeze,
  I shall be satisfied in the heavenly land.

O come on, inexhaustibly!
I hear the sound of the songs of the land -
  Something of the glory,
      something of the praise:
Enjoyable it is in the company of God
There is nothing living under the stars
  That has ever known its like.