Oen Duw dan ystormydd o frad

Oen Duw dan ystormydd o frad,
  Orffennodd y gwaith ar y Bryn;
O'i gleisiau daw inni iachād,
  Ei waed wna'n gynau yn wyn:
Ein hachub yw coron ein creu,
  Uchelfan yr arfaeth yw'r groes;
Ni all myrdd o oesau ddileu
  Hawddgarwch yr Ieu'n ei loes.

Er chwewed fu cwpan yr ardd
  O ing Gethsemane daeth cān:
I ninnau llawenydd a dardd
  O'r ffydd werthfawrusach
      drwy'r tān;
Gwell goddef ceryddon y Tad
  Na cholli am byth weld ei wedd:
Treialon berffeithia'n glanhad;
  Mae nefoedd tu arall i'r bedd.

The Lamb of God under storms of betrayal,
  Finished the work on the hill;
From his wounds comes to us healing,
  His blood makes our robes white:
Saving us is the crown of our creation,
  The high-point of the plan is the cross;
Not a myriad of ages can delete
  The beauty of Jesus in his anguish.

Despite how bitter was the garden's cup,
  From the agony of Gethsemane came a song:
To us joy sprang
  From the more precious faith
      through the fire;
Better to suffer the rebukes of the Father
  Than to lose forever seeing his face:
'Tis trials that perfect our cleansing;
  Heaven is on the other side of the grave.