Mae Duw yn llond pob lle

  Mae Duw yn llond pob lle,
    Presennol ym mhob man;
  Y nesaf yw Efe
    O bawb at enaid gwan;
Wrth law o hyd i wrando cri:
"Nesáu at Dduw sy dda i mi."

  Yr Arglwydd sydd yr un,
    Er maint derfysga'r byd;
  Er anwadalwch dyn,
    Yr un yw Ef o hyd:
Y graig ni syfl
      ym merw'r lli;
"Nesáu at Dduw sy dda i mi".

  Yr hollgyfoethog Dduw,
    Ei olud ni leiha;
  Diwalla bob peth byw
    O hyd a'i 'wyllys da;
Un dafn o'i fôr i ni
"Nesáu at Dduw sy dda i mi".

  Pa ham y trof yn ffol
    At ail achosion mwy?
  Mae'r Achos mawr tu ol,
    Effeithiau ydynt hwy:
Ar deg a gwlaw, mewn trai a lli,
"Nesáu at Dduw sy dda i mi".

  Mewn trallod, at bwy'r âf,
    Ar ddiwrnod tywyll du?
  Mewn dyfnder, beth a wnaf,
    A'r tonnau o'm dau tu?
O fyd! yn awr, beth elli di?
"Nesáu at Dduw sy dda i mi".

  Anwadal hynod yw
    Gwrthrychau gorau'r byd;
  Ei gysur o bob rhyw,
    Siomedig yw i gyd;
Rhag twyll ei wên,
      a swyn ei fri,
"Nesáu at Dduw sy dda i mi".

gwelir:
  Mewn trallod at bwy'r âf?
  Pa ham y trof yn ffol?

  God is the fullness of every place,
    Present everywhere;
  The nearest is He
    Of all to a weak soul;
At hand always to hear a cry:
"It is good for me to draw near to God."

  The Lord is the same,
    Despite the tumult of the world;
  Despite man's fickleness,
    The same is He still:
The rock not shifting
      in the boiling of the flood;
"It is good for me to draw near to God."

  The God possessing all riches,
    His wealth will not decline;
  He will satisfy every living thing
    Continually with his good will;
  One drop from his sea to us
"It is good for me to draw near to God."

  Why will I turn foolishly
    To other causes any more?
  The great Cause is behind,
    They are effects:
On fair and rain, in ebb and flood,
"It is good for me to draw near to God."

  In trouble, to whom shall I go,
    On the dark, black day?
  In depth, what shall I do,
    With the waves on both sides of me?
O world, now, what canst thou do?
"It is good for me to draw near to God."

  Notably inconstant are
    The best objects of the world;
  Its comfort of every kind,
    Is altogether disappointing;
From the deceit of its smile,
      and the charm of its esteem,
"It is good for me to draw near to God."