Gras fel rhyw afon fawr o'r nef

Gras fel rhyw afon fawr o'r nef,
  A'i ffrwd yn gref trwy Grist,
A lifa byth er llawenhau
  Eneidiau truain trist.

Trwy'r byd teyrnasa
    gras a hedd,
  Gorfoledd mawr a fydd;
Gwaredir pechaduriaid caeth,
  A gwawria wnaeth y dydd.

Tardd ffrwythau gras
    yn hardd bob tu,
  Nes llenwi daear gron;
Fel gardd ireiddiol 'nol ei hau,
  Egina hadau hon.

Grace like some great river from heaven,
  With its flow strong through Christ,
Shall stream forever in order to gladden
  Sad wretched souls.

Throughout the world grace
    and peace shall reign,
  There shall be great rejoicing;
Captive sinners shall be delivered,
  And the day has dawned.

The fruits of grace shall spring forth
    beautifully on every side,
  Until filling the round earth;
Like a fresh garden after its sowing,
  Its seeds shall sprout.