O rhoddwn fawl i'n Harglwydd Dduw,
Ffynnon tragwyddol gariad yw:
  Ei drugareddau mawrion ef
  A bery byth
      fel dyddiau'r nef.

O mor rhyfeddol yw ei waith
Dros holl derfynau'r ddaear faith;
  Pwy byth all draethu'n llawn ei glod,
  Anfeidrol, annherfynol Fod?

Dy heddwch gad i mi fwynhau,
Heddwch dy etholedig rai;
  A phan eu rhoddi hwy yn rhydd
  Fy iachawdwriaeth innau fydd.

Gad imi dreulio f'einioes wiw
Mewn undeb gyda'th blant, O Dduw;
  Ac yn y diwedd gad im ddod
  I'th felys foli uwch y rhod.

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O rhoddwn fawl i'r Arglwydd Dduw,
Ffynnon tragwyddol gariad yw:
  Ei drugareddau mawrion Ef
  A bery byth
      fel dyddiau'r nef.

O mor rhyfeddol yw ei waith, 
Dros holl derfynau'r ddaear faith;
  Pwy, pwy all draethu'n llawn ei glod,
  Anfeidrol, annherfynol Fod!

A doniau dwyfol, ddynion dowch,
Caniadau moliant iddo rhowch:
  Dadseiniwch glod am farwol glwy'
  Nes codi haul
      heb fachlud mwy.

I Ffynnon pob daionus rodd
Rhowch fawl,
    drigolion byd ar g'oedd:
  Llu'r nef,
      rhowch glod mewn peraidd gān,
  I'r Tad, a'r Mab,
      a'r Yspryd Glān.

gwelir: Gan bawb sy'n trigo is y rhod

O let us render praise to our Lord God,
An eternal fount of love he is:
  His great mercies
  Shall endure forever
      like the days of heaven.

O how wonderful is his work
Over all the ends of the wide earth;
  Who ever can expound fully his praise,
  Immeasurable, infinite Being?

Thy peace let me enjoy,
The peace of thy chosen ones;
  And when they are given freely
  My own salvation will be.

Let me spend my worthy life
In union with thy children, O God;
  And at the end grant me to come
  To praise thee thus above the sky.

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Oh, let us render praise to the Lord God,
A fount of eternal love he is:
  His great mercies
  Shall endure forever
      like the days of heaven.

Oh, how wonderful is his work,
Across all the ends of the vast earth;
  Who, who can expound fully his esteem?
  An immeasurable, unlimited Being!

With divine gifts, come ye men,
Songs of praise to him render:
  Echo ye esteem for a mortal wound
  Until the rising of the sun
      with no more setting.

To the Fount of every good gift
Render praise,
    ye inhabitants of the world publicly:
  Ye host of heaven,
      render esteem in a sweet song,
  To the Father, and the Son,
      and the Holy Spirit.