Un peth ddeisyfais i

  Un peth ddeisyfais i,
    'Rwyf yn ei chyfri'n fraint,
  Preswylio yn dy dŷ,
    Gwersyllu gyda'th saint;
A 'mofyn gwedd dy wyneb pryd,
Tra bwy'n y byd,
      a'th hyfryd hedd.

  Mae llewyrchiadau llon,
    Dy dirion wyneb di,
  Yn torri'n wiwlwys mawr,
    Er cysur mawr i mi:
Nas gŵyr dy gās trwy brofiad ddim,
Ond rhai ā grym
      egwyddor grās.

  Os tad a mam yngyd,
    A'm gwrthyd tra bwyf byw,
  Mi gaf yn rhwydd er hyn,
    Fy nerbyn gan fy Nuw;
Efe yw rhan fy enaid byw,
A'i wyrthiau wiw
      rydd nerth i'r gwan.

  One thing I requested,
    I count it a privilege,
  Residing in thy house,
    Camping with thy saints;
And I ask for the countenance of thy face,
While ever I am living in the world,
      and thy delightful peace.

  The cheerful radiances of
    Thy tender face are
  Breaking greatly worthily beautiful,
    As a great comfort to me:
Thy foe knows nothing through experience,
But those with the force
      of the principle of grace.

  If father and mother together,
    Reject me while ever I am living,
  I shall get readily despite this,
    Received by my God;
He is the portion of my living soul,
And his worthy wonders
      give strength to the weak.