Gwyn fyd dy gariad Ior

Gwyn fyd Dy gariad, Ior,
  A'n dysgodd mor ddymunol,
I'th garu er Dy fwyn Dy hun,
  A'th wasanaethu'n siriol.

Dy ras, bob cam o'r daith,
  Yw gobaith ein heneidiau:
Lle bynag awn Dy nodded gawn,
  A mwy yw'th ddawn na'n heisiau.

Ein gofal gennym gei,
  Yn huno, neu yn effro;
Mae'r nos yn tro yn ddydd i ni,
  Os Ti fydd yn goleuo.

Ai marw wnawn ai byw,
  Pwy'n well na Duw i drefnu?
Ac ni fydd marw gyda Duw
  Ond dechreu byw heb bechu.

Blessed is thy love, Lord,
  That taught us so delightfully,
To love thee for thine own sake,
  And serve thee cheerfully.

Thy grace, every step of the journey,
  Is the hope of our souls;
Wherever we go, thy protection we have,
  And greater is thy gift than our needs.

Our care from us thou shalt have,
  Sleeping, or waking;
The night turns into day for us,
  If thou art lighting it.

Whether we die or live,
  Who better than God to arrange it?
And there shall be no dying with God
  But beginning to live without sinning.

Blest be Thy love, dear Lord,
  That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
  And for that love obey.

O Thou, our soul's chief hope,
  We to Thy mercy fly;
What'er we are Thou canst protect,
  What'er we need, supply.

Whether we sleep or wake,
  To Thee we both resign;
The darkest night is as the day,
  If Thy light on us shine.

Whether we live or die,
  Both we submit to Thee;
In death we live, as well as life,
  If Thine in death we be.