O Arglwydd Brenin Israel

O Arglwydd! Brenin Israel!
  Goruchel yw dy waith;
Ti yw'n Iachawdwr ffyddlawn,
  Yn mhob trallodion maith:
Mae genyt fawr ymwared,
  Ti yw ei nodded ni,
Ac ynot yr ymffrostiwn,
  Bob dydd clodforwn di.

Ond ti a'n bwriast ymaith
  Yn anrhaith; beth a wnawn?
Nid wyt yn myn'd ar gyfoedd
  Yn mhlith ein lluoedd llawn:
I'n cynnorthwyo, cyfod,
  Ior hynod, ar ein rhan;
Er mwyn dy ras, O arbed!
  A gwared d'eiddo gwan.

O Lord, the King of Israel,
  Excellent is thy work!
Thou art our faithful Saviour,
  In every great tribulation:
With thee is great deliverance,
  Thou art our refuge,
And in thee we will boast,
  Every day we will praise thee.

But thou hast cast us away
  As plunder; what shall we do?
Thou art not going publicly
  Amongst our full hosts:
To help us, arise,
  Notable Lord, on our behalf!
For the sake of thy grace, O save!
  And deliver thy own weak possession!

 1 O Lord, our fathers oft have told
     in our attentive ears,
   Thy wonders in their days performed,
     and elder times than theirs:
 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,
     from whom the conquest came;
   In God we will rejoice all day,
     and ever bless his Name.

 9 But thou hast cast us off, and now
     most shamefully we yield;
   For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
     our armies to the field.
26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste
     to our deliv'rance make;
   Redeem us, Lord, - if not for ours,
     yet for thy mercy's sake.