Os Duw ni lwydda oddi fry

Os Duw ni lwydda oddi fry,
  Mae'n ofer adeiladu'r tŷ;
A'r ddinas oni cheidw Duw,
  I'w ceidwad wylio hon,
      nid gwiw.


Beth pe cyfodech gyd â'r wawr,
  Ac hyd yr hwyr ym-boeni'n fawr;
A bwytta'ch bara'n brin bob pryd,
  I ochel tlodi yn y byd.


Gwaith ofer oll, heb fendith Duw,
  Fe all ein gwneud ni ddedwydd fyw.
Plant hefyd, sy fendithion da,
  Os 'wyllys Duw a'u caniatta.


Gwynfyd y dyn y denfyn Duw,
  Blant ufudd a chyfeillion gwiw,
Pob rhodd sy felus dan y Nef,
  A gaffer gyd â'i gariad ef.

If God does not send success from above,
  It is useless to build the house;
And the city, unless God keeps it,
  For its keeper to watch over it,
      is not profitable.


What if you rose with the dawn,
  And until the evening took great pains;
And ate your bread sparingly every meal,
  To avoid poverty in the world?


All useless work, without God's blessing,
  He can make us live happily.
Children also, are good blessings,
  If God so wills and allows them.


Blessed the man to whom God sends,
  Obedient children and worthy friends,
Every gift that is sweet under heaven,
  Is to be had together with his love.

1 We build with fruitless cost, unless
    the Lord the pile sustain
  Unless the Lord the city keep
    the watchman wakes in vain.

2 In vain we rise before the day,
    and late to rest repair,
  Allow no respite to our toil,
    and eat the bread of care.

3 Supplies of life, with ease to them,
    he on his saints bestows;
  He crowns their labour with success,
    their nights with sound repose.

4 Children, those comforts of our life,
    are presents from the Lord;
  He gives a num'rous race of heirs,
    as piety's reward.

6 Happy the man whose quiver's filled
    with these prevailing arms;
  He needs not fear to meet his foe
    at law, or war's alarms.