1a.
Mae rhyw fyrdd o ryfeddodau,
  Iesu, yn dy farwol glwy';
Trwy dy loes, dy gur,
    a'th angeu,
  Caed trysorau fwy na mwy;
Nis gall cerub byth, na seraph,
  Lawn fynegu gwerth yr Iawn
Roddwyd drosom gan Gyfryngwr
  Ar Galfaria un prydnawn.

[1b.
 Mae rhyw fyrdd o ryfeddodau,
   Iesu, yn dy farwol glwy';
 Ac yn swm y gair
     Gorphenwyd,
   Mae trysorau fwy na mwy;
 Nid all Cerub, nid all Seraph,
   Byth fynegu gwerth yr Iawn,
 Roddaist drosom i gyfiawnder
   Ar Galfaria un prydnhawn.]

2.
Pwy all fesur maint ei gariad
  A rhinweddau maith ei ras?
Nid angylion, er eu doniau,
  Na holl seintiau daear lâs:
Môr didrai, heb waelod iddo,
  Sydd yn chwyddo byth i'r lan;
Nofia miloedd ynddo'n hyfryd
  Draw i'r bywyd yn y man.

gwelir: Iesu pwy all draethu'th gariad?

1a.
There are some myriad of wonders,
  Jesus in thy mortal wound;
Through thy anguish, thy beating,
    and thy death,
  Let treasures be got more than more;
No cherub can ever, nor a seraph,
  Fully express the worth of the Ransom
Given for us by the Mediator
  On Calvary one afternoon.

[1b.
 There are some myriad of wonders,
   Jesus in thy mortal wound;
 And in the sum of the word
     "It is finished",
   There are treasures more than more;
 No Cherub can, no Seraph can,
   Ever express the worth of the Ransom
 Thou gavest for us to be justified
   On Calvary one afternoon.]

2.
Who can measure the extent of his love
  And the vast virtues of his grace?
Not angels, despite their talents,
  Nor all the saints of blue-green earth:
An unebbing sea, with no bottom to it
  Is swelling up forever;
Thousands shall swim in it delightfully
  Yonder to the life soon.