Mae ordinhadau Duw fel drych

Mae ordinhadau Duw fel drych,
  A ffydd a edrych drwyddynt,
Ar Grist y gwerthfawr Wrthddrych glân
  A ddelir allan ynddynt.

Mae gweled gwedd fy Anwylyd gwych
  Yn awr drwy ddrych yn hyfryd,
Ond, O, mor felus fydd y nef,
  I'w ganfod ef mewn gwynfyd.

The ordinances of God are like a glass,
  And faith looks through them,
On Christ the precious, pure Object
  Who is held out in them.

To see the feast of my Beloved is great
  Now through the glass delightful,
But, O, how sweet will be heaven,
  To meet him in blessedness.