Jehofa Iôn a ddwêd fel hyn

Jehofa Iôn a ddwêd fel hyn,
  Rhag llethu'r gwaelddyn
      codaf;
Y gŵr cystuddiol, tlawd, a'r caeth,
  Mewn iechydwriaeth dodaf.

Pur iawn yw
    geiriau'r Arglwydd nef,
  A'i 'ddewid ef sydd berffaith;
Fel arian goethwyd yn y tân,
  Fel arian burwyd seithwaith.

O'th fawr drugaredd, Arglwydd, ti
  A'u cedwi mewn tangnefedd;
A rhoi, rhag
    drygau maith y byd,
  I'th blant i gyd ymgeledd.

The Lord Jehovah has spoken thus,
  Against the oppression of the poor man
      I will arise;
The afflicted, poor and captive man,
  In salvation I will set.

Very pure are
    the words of the Lord of heaven,
  And his promise is perfect;
Like silver refined in the fire,
  Like silver purified seven times.

Of thy great mercy, Lord, thou
  Hast keep them in peace;
And given, against
    the vast evils of the world,
  To all thy children help.

5 For God, who hears the suff'ring Poor,
    and their Oppression
        knows,
  Will soon arise, and give them Rest,
    in spite of all their Foes.

6 The Word of God
      shall still abide,
    and void of Falshood be,
  As is the Silver, sev'n times try'd,
    from drossy Mixture free.

7 The Promise of his aiding Grace
    shall reach its purpos'd End:
  His Servants from
      this faithless Race
    he ever shall defend.