Ger bron gorseddfa'r Arglwydd mawr

Ger bron gorseddfa'r Arglwydd mawr,
Ymgrymwch holl genedloedd llawr;
  Gwybyddwch mai efe sydd Dduw,
  Efe all ladd neu gadw'n fyw.

Ei allu mawr
    diderfyn yw,
Fe'n gwnaeth o bridd yn ddynion byw;
  Ac er in' grwydro
      yn mhell mewn byd,
  Fe'n dygodd 'nol i'w gorlan glyd.

Ei ddeiliaid ef y'm, gryf a gwan,
Gwrthddrywchau'i ofan yn mhob man;
  Pa fath anrhydedd allwn ni
  Ei roi'n barhaus i'th enw cu?

Yn dorf ni dde'wn i'th dy a chan,
Derchafwn fawl i'r nefoedd lan;
  Rhoir llon'd dy byrth
      gan filoedd maith,
  O glod didrai,
      mewn seinfawr iaith.

Lled byd yw dy orchymyn drud,
Dy serch tra'gwyddol yw ei hyd;
  A'th air a saif
      fel craig o hyd,
  Pan dreiglo ffordd
      flynyddau'r byd.

Before the throne of the great Jehovah,
Bow down, all ye nations of earth;
  Know ye that he is God,
  He can kill or keep alive.

His great power
    is endless,
He made us from soil into living men;
  And although we wandered
      far in a world,
  He brought us back to his cosy fold.

His tenants we are, strong and weak,
The objects of his care in every place;
  What sort of honour can we
  Give continuously to thy dear name?

As a throng we come into thy house and sing,
Let us raise praise to the holy heavens;
  The fullness of thy portals is to be given
      by vast thousands,
  Of unebbing acclaim,
      in resounding language.

World-wide is thy costly commandment,
Thy affection, eternal is its extent;
  And thy word shall stand
      like a rock always,
  When the way of the years
      of the world spends.

Before Jehovah's awful throne,
  Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
  He can create, and He destroy.

His sovereign power,
    without our aid,
  Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep
    we strayed,
  He brought us to His fold again.

We are His people, we His care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
  What lasting honours shall we rear,
  Almighty Maker, to Thy name?

We'll crowd Thy gates
    with thankful songs,
  High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth,
    with her ten thousand tongues,
  Shall fill Thy courts
      with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is Thy command,
  Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth
    must stand,
  When rolling years
      shall cease to move.