Pa ham ymffrostia'r gelyn ffraeth?

Pa ham ymffrostia'r gelyn ffraeth?
Ei eiriau sydd mor llym a saeth;
  Ond para mae trugaredd Duw,
  Fy amddiffynfa anwyl yw.

Myfi, fel olew-wydden werdd,
Yn nhŷ fy Nuw, a ganaf gerdd,
  O foliant rhwydd i'm Harglwydd nef,
  Gan gredu yn ei allu ef.

Why does the haughty enemy boast?
His words as as sharp as an arrow;
  But enduring is the mercy of God,
  My beloved defence he is.

I, like a green olive-tree,
In the house of my God, shall sing verse,
  Of ready praise to my Lord of heaven,
  While believing in his power.

2 Thy wicked tongue doth sland'rous tales
    maliciously devise;
  And, sharper than a razor set,
    it wounds with treach'rous lies.

8 But I am like those olive plants
    that shade God's temple round;
  And hope with his indulgent grace
    to be for ever crowned.