Y rhai o dan dy gysgod Iôn

Y rhai o dan dy gysgod, ION,
  Yn gyson a arosant,
Dan lewyrchiadau d'wyneb pryd,
  Y rhai'n fel ŷd adfywiant.

Blodeuant, tyfant tu a'r nèn,
  Fel y winwydden ffrwythlon;
A bydd eu harogl wrth eu trin,
  Mor bêr a gwin Lebanon.

Lledant eu gwraidd mewn daear fras,
  Wrth afon gras y bywyd;
Eu ceinciau gerdd,
    eu tegwch fydd,
  Fel olewydd yn hyfryd.

gwelir: Y rhai a blannwyd yn nhŷ Dduw

Those under thy shadow, Lord,
  Who constantly wait,
Under the rays of thy countenance,
  They like grain shall revive.

They shall flourish, grow towards the sky,
  Like the fruitful vine;
And their scent as they are treated,
  As sweet as the wine of Lebanon.

Their roots shall spread in rich earth,
  By the river of the grace of life;
Their branches of verse,
    their fairness shall be,
  Like olive trees delightful.