I'r hwn a'n carodd draw

  I'r hwn a'n carodd draw,
    Cyn seilio'r
          nefoedd wèn,
  I'r hwn fu yn ein lle
    Dan felldith ar y pren.
I'r hwn santeiddiodd fyrdd a'i ddawn
Bo clod, a pharch, a moliant llawn.

  To him who loved us yonder,
    Before the founding of
          the bright heavens,
  To him who was in our place
    Under a curse on the tree.
To him who sanctified myriads with his gift
Be esteem, and reverence, and full praise.