Nid all dim o'r storom danbaid

Nid all dim o'r storom danbaid,
  Nid all dim o'r gwyntoedd cry',
Guro i lawr yr enaid egwan
  Welo'i drysor ynot Ti:
Teimlo'th hedd, gwel'd dy wedd,
I faedda angeu du a'r bedd.

Af ar hyd fy ffordd yn ddiddig,
  Af ar hyd fy ffordd yn hy',
Af trwy'r anial
    mewn gorfoledd,
  Ond cael golwg arnat Ti:
D'eiriau cu, melus, sy
Imi'n gysur o bob tu.

gwelir: Tyred Arglwydd â'r amseroedd

Nothing of the fiery storm can,
  Nothing of the strong winds can,
Beat down the weak soul
  That sees its treasure in thee:
It feels thy peace, sees thy countenance,
To beat black death and the grave.

I shall go along my way content,
  I shall go along my way boldly,
I shall go through the desert
    in jubilation,
  If only I get to gaze upon thee:
Thy dear, sweet words, are
To me a comfort on every side.