Mewn trallod at bwy'r âf?

  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: Mae Duw yn llond pob lle

  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."