Wrth feddwl am dy ryfedd waith

Wrth feddwl am dy ryfedd waith,
  A dyfnder maith dy gariad
I eigion môr â'm henaid gwàn,
  Nes ffaelw i'r làn a dringad.

Pan elw'i chwilio'th gariad hael,
  Mae f'enaid gwael yn boddi;
Ond plygu, bellach, Arglwydd wnaf,
  Yn wastad, a'i ryfeddu,

Pa'm ceraist fi,
    d'wed un o fîl,
  O ganol hîl lygredig!
'Nol haeddiant,
    aeth fy ngwell heb lai
  I blith y rhai damnedig.

On thinking about thy wonderful work,
  And the vast depth of thy love,
To an ocean see with my weak soul,
  Until failing to climb up.

When I go to seek thy generous love,
  My weak soul is drowning;
But bend, henceforth, Lord, I shall,
  Constantly, and wonder at it.

"Why chastisest thou me?"
    says one of a thousand,
  From the midst of a corrupt race!
According to merit,
    went my better no less
  Amongst the condemned ones.