Y mae trysorau dwyfol ras

Y mae trysorau dwyfol ras
  O lawer uwch eu rhyw
Na dim, o'r nefoedd
    faith i'r byd,
  Erioed a greodd Duw.

Tra caffwyf yfed ar fy nhaith
  O'r ffynnon loyw glir,
Nid ofnaf ronyn,
    er eu grym,
  O ddrygau'r anial dir.

Er fod picelau tanllyd iawn
  Yn hedeg yn eu grym;
Yn erbyn cariad dwyfol pur
  Nis gallant drygu dim.

Ac mi ymffrostia'_yn
    nerth y nef -
  Yn nerth y nef ei hun;
Fe bwysa haeddiant dwyfol pur
  Fwy na phechodau dyn.

Anfeidrol ddwyfol gariad rhad,
  Yn unig yw fy ngrym;
Ac nid oes arall
    fyth a'm dal
  I deithio i'r bywyd ddim.

Myfi yn hollol ro'f fy mhwys
  Ar allu 'Mrenin mawr;
Yr hwn a'm nertha i fynd trwy
  Gystuddiau maith y llawr.

gwelir: Ffarwel greaduriaid gwych'u rhyw

There are treasures of divine grace
  Much higher in kind
Than any, from the vast
    heaven to the world,
  That ever God created.

While I get to drink on my journey
  From the bright, clear spring,
I will not fear a grain,
    despite their force,
  Of the evils of the desert land.

Although there are very fiery lances
  Flying in their force;
Against pure, divine love
  They can do no evil.

And I shall boast in
    the strength of heaven -
  In the strength of heaven itself;
Pure divine merit shall weigh
  More than the sins of man.

Immeasurable, divine, free love,
  Alone is my strength;
And there is nothing else
    shall ever keep me
  Travelling to the life at all.

I am wholly leaning
  On the power of my great King;
In him who strengthens me to go through
  The vast afflictions of earth below.