Pob pleser îs y rhôd

Mae pleser îs y rhôd
  A dderfydd maes o law;
Ar bleser uwch y mae fy nôd,
  Yn nhir y bywyd draw.

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

Gwell na phleserau'r byd
  Un funyd o'th fwynhau;
Gwedd Iesu hardd
    rŷdd imi o hyd
  Wir fywyd i barhau.

Dymunwn ado'n lân
  Holl wâg deganau'r llawr,
A phenderfynu myn'd yn mlaen
  Ar ôl fy Mhrynwr mawr.

gweler:
  Mae pob pleserau is y rhod
  Pe meddwn aur Periw

There is pleasure beneath the vault
  That shall vanish soon;
On pleasure above is my aim,
  In the land of life yonder.

If I possessed the gold of Peru,
  And the pearls of distant India,
A little grain of my God's grace is
  A treasure a hundred
      thousand times better.

Better than the pleasures of the world
  One minute of enjoying thee;
The countenance of beautiful Jesus
    shall give me always
  True life to endure.

I would wish to leave completely
  All the empty trinkets of earth below,
And determine to go forward
  After my great Redeemer.