Mae ehangder yn Ei dostur

Mae ehangder yn Ei dostur
  Fel ehangder mawr y môr,
Mae tiriondeb at bechadur
  Yng nghyfiawnder
      Arglwydd Iôr.

Nid oes man lle teimlir galar
  Fel yn nefoedd Duw ei hun;
Nid oes lle i fethiant daear
  Dderbyn barn mor deg ei llun.

Dyma ras i fil o fydoedd
  Cymaint â'n bydysawd ni;
Dyma ddigon yn oes oesoedd
  I'r preswylwyr penna'u bri.

Cans mae cariad Duw'n helaethach
  Na mesurau meddwl dyn;
Ac mae calon yr Anfeidrol
  Yn rhyfeddod nef ei hun.

Ond cyfyngir ar Ei gariad
  Gan derfynau ofer dyn;
A mawrygir Ei fanylrwydd
  Gydag ardd nis mynn ei Hun.

Pe bai'n cariad ninnau'n symlach
  Digon fyddai'i air i ddyn;
Byddai bywyd oll yn heulwen
  Ym melyster Duw ei hun.

There is a breadth in His mercy
  Like the great breadth of the sea
There is tenderness towards a sinner
  In the righteousness 
      of the Sovereign Lord.

There is no place where mourning is felt
  Like in the heaven of God himself;
There is no place for earth's failings
  To receive judgment of so fair a sort.

Here is grace for a thousand of worlds
  As great at our universe;
Here is enough in an age of ages
  For the inhabitants of highest honour.

For the love of God is broader
  That the measures of the thought of man;
And the heart of the Infinite is
  The wonder of heaven itself.

But His love is made narrow
  By the vain limits of man;
And His strictness is magnified
  To a height he Himself will not own.

If our own love were simpler
  Sufficient would be his word to man;
Life would be all sunshine
  In the sweetness of God himself.

There's a wideness in God's mercy,
  Like the wideness of the sea;
There's a kindness in His justice,
  Which is more
      than liberty.

There is no place where earth's sorrows
  Are more felt than up in Heaven;
There is no place where earth's failings
  Have such kindly judgment given.

There is grace enough for thousands
  Of new worlds as great as this;
There is room for fresh creations
  In that upper home of bliss.

For the love of God is broader
  Than the measure of our mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
  Is most wonderfully kind.

But we make His love too narrow
By false limits of our own;
And we magnify His strictness
With a zeal He will not own.

If our love were but more simple,
  We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
  In the sweetness of our Lord.