Wel dyma'r Gār nas traethir byth mo'r glod

Wel dyma'r Gār nas traethir
    byth mo'r glod,
Er gwaeled wyf,
    fe'm carodd cyn fy mod;
  Ei enaid rho'dd yn
      bridwerth i'm rhyddhau,
  Trwy rin Ei waed
      y caf fy llwyr lanhau.

Nid dwyfol lid, yn
    afon ddofn, gref,
Allasai ddiffodd byth
    mo'i gariad Ef;
  Trwy ing a chur, a
      gwaeau heb ddim rhi',
  Agorodd ffordd mewn i'r baradwys fry.

See, here is a Friend whose praise
    is never to be expounded,
Despite how poor I am,
    he loved me before I was;
  His soul he gave as a
      ransom to set me free,
  Through the virtue of His blood
      I get my complete cleansing.

Not divine wrath, as a
    deep, strong river,
Could ever extinguish
    His love;
  Through anguish and pain, and
      woes without any number,
  He opened a way into paradise above.