O Dduw fy Nghraig erglŷw fy nghri

O Dduw fy Nghraig, erglŷw fy nghri,
  Ac ar fy ngweddi gwrando;
Rhag imi fod fel rhai ag sy
  I uffern obry'n syrthio.

Ar lef fy ymbil gwrando fry,
  Pan arnat ti y gwaeddwyf;
A thua'th gafell glān i'r lan
  Fy nwylaw pan ddyrchafwyf.

Yr Arglwydd sydd yn nerth di-drai
  I'r rhai rydd
      arno'u goglud;
Iachawdwr cadarn yw i'r gwan
  Enneiniwyd gan ei Yspryd. 

Byth cadw'th bobl dy hun yn dda,
  Bendithia'th etifeddiaeth;
Eu porthi gwna, a'u dwyn i gyd
  I'r gwynfyd nefol odiaeth.

O God my Rock, hear my cry,
  And to my prayer listen;
Lest I be like those who are
  To hell below falling.

To the cry of my petition listen above,
  When to thee I shout;
And towards thy holy sanctuary when
 I raise up my hands.

The Lord is an unebbing strength
  To those who put
      upon him their dependance;
A firm Saviour he is to the weak
  Who were anointed by his Spirit.

Forever keep thy own people well,
  Bless thine inheritance;
Pasture them do, and bring them all
  To the exquisite, heavenly blessedness.

1 O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry,
    in sighs consume my breath;
  O answer, or I shall become
    like those that sleep in death.

2 Regard my supplication, Lord,
    the cries that I repeat,
  With weeping eyes and lifted hands
    before thy mercy seat.

8 "His aiding pow'r
      supports the troops
    that my just cause maintain:
  T'was he advanced me to the throne,
    'tis he secures my reign."

9 Preserve thy chosen, and proceed
    thine heritage to bless;
  With plenty prosper them in peace;
    in battle with success.