Rhyfedd Arglwydd yw'th ddoethineb

Rhyfedd, Arglwydd, yw'th ddoethineb,
  Rhyfedd, Arglwydd, yw dy rym;
Nid oes īs y nef luosog
  All dy wrthwynebu ddim:
    Try'r greadigaeth
  Ol a gwrthol wrth dy air.

D'air sy'n gwneyd y byw yn farw,
  Eilwaith gwneyd y marw'n fyw;
D'air a greodd ac sy'n cynal
  Lluoedd natur o bob rhyw;
    Ti dy Hunan
  Ydyw bywyd maith y byd.

Mae gelynion imi'n chwerw -
  Cedyrn ŷnt, a mawr eu grym;
Ond y rhai wy'n ofni fwyaf
  I Ti, IOR, nid ydynt ddim:
    Gair o'th enau
  Gwympa fyrdd mewn mynyd awr.

Wonderful, Lord, is thy wisdom,
  Wonderful, Lord, is thy power;
There is nothing under manifold heaven
  That can withstand thee at all:
    The creation turns
  Back and retreats at thy word.

'Tis thy word that makes the living dead,
  Again it makes the dea alive;
'Tis thy word that created and is upholding
  The hosts of nature of every kind;
    Thou thyself
  Art the vast life of the world.

My enemies are bitter -
  Strong they are, and their power great;
But those I fear the most
  To thee, Lord, they are nothing:
    A word from thy mouth and
  A myriad shall fall in a minute.