Mae beiau duon dyn

  Mae beiau duon dyn,
    A'i holl drueni ef,
  Fel bryniau cribog mawr,
    A'u penau c'uwch â'r nef;
Ond dyfnder môr trugaredd Duw
A guddia'r bai
      er cymmaint yw.

  O! iachawdwriaeth râd,
    Holl olud mawr y byd,
  'Does mesur ar ei led,
    Na therfyn ar ei hyd;
Mae'n uwch yn mhell nâ'r nef ei hun
A dyfnach nâ thrueni dyn.

  The black faults of man, and
    All his miseries are,
  Like great crested hills,
    With their heads as high as heaven;
But the depth of the sea of God's mercy
Shall cover the fault
      despite how great it is.

  O free salvation!
    All the wealth of the world,
  There is no measure to its breadth,
    Nor boundary to its length;
It is far higher than heaven itself
And deeper than the misery of man.