Trefn dy ragluniaeth Arglwydd Dduw

Trefn dy ragluniaeth, Arglwydd Dduw,
O! ddyfned a dirgeled yw!
  Ond ni ddaw nos
      na chilia'i braw
  Pan gofiwn dy fod Ti gerllaw.

Rhy ddyfnion yw'th fwriadau Di -
Rhy bell iw' holrhain gennym ni;
  Ond ynddynt, er i ni yn gudd,
  Dy garaid a'th ddoethineb sydd.

Ar dy weithredoedd oll mae lliw
Tiriondeb dy drugaredd wiw;
  Rhy ddoeth, rhy dda wyt in tristau,
  Ni roddi archoll heb iachau.

Ar ol cael nef a chalon bur
Esbonir inni
    les pob cur:
  Dan "bwys gogoniant" -
      ryfedd fraint!
  Cān newydd fyth fydd
      cān y saint.

The scheme of thy providence, Lord God,
O, how deep and secret they are!
  But night will not come
      with its unretreating terror
  When I remember that Thou art at hand.

Too deep are Thy intentions -
Too distant their marks that we have;
  But in them, although hidden from us,
  Are thy love and thy wisdom.

On all thy deeds there is the colour
Of the tenderness of thy worthy mercy;
  Too wise, too good thou art to sadden us,
  Not giving a wound without healing.

After getting heaven and a pure heart
The benefit of every stroke
    is explained to us:
  Under the "weight of glory" -
      a wonderful privilege!
  A new song forever shall be
      the song of the saints.