Mae ngolwg ar y wlad

Mae ngolwg ar y wlad
  Sydd uwch gofidiau'r llawr;
Gwlad hoff fy etifeddiaeth rad
  Lle mae fy Mhrynwr mawr.

Paham y caraf mwy
  Siomedig bethau gwael?
Dedwyddwch im' ni roddant hwy,
  Mae golud gwell i'w gael.

Pe meddwn aur Peru,
  A pherlau'r India bell,
Mae gronyn bach o ras fy Nuw
  Yn drysor
      canmil gwell.

gwelir:
  Mae pob pleserau is y rhod
  Pe meddwn aur Periw
  Pob pleserau is y rhod

My sight is on the land
  Which is above the worries of the earth;
The pleasant land of my free inheritance
  Where my great Redeemer is.

Why will I love any more
  The disappointing base things?
No happiness do they give me,
  There is better wealth to be had.

If I should think of the gold of Peru,
  And the pearls of distant India,
A small grain of the grace of my God is
  A treasure a hundred
      thousand times better.