Y Gwr sydd rhwng Duw a phechadur

Y Gwr sydd rhwng Duw a phechadur,
  Yn gwisgo'r un natur a ni;
Yw sylfaen ein gobaith a'n cysur,
  Fe wrendy greadur a'i gri;
Fe all gydymdeimlo_â'n gwendidau,
  A maddeu eu beiau i bob un,
A'n derbyn i ganol gogoniant,
  Trwy rinwedd ei haeddiant ei hun.

The Man who is between God and a sinner,
  Wearing the same nature as we;
Is the basis of our hope and our comfort,
  He hears a creature and his cry;
He can sympathise with our weaknesses,
  And forgive everyone their faults,
And receive us into the centre of glory,
  Through the virtue of his own merit.