O buraf a grëwyd

O buraf a grëwyd,
    bêr Forwyn a Mam,
Lle dygwyd yr Iesu,
    yr un bru di-nam,
  Y ddunos a'n daliodd,
      O Fam a thrwy ddôr
  Y cwmwl edrychwn
      am Seren y Môr.

Daeth dunos i lawr
    ar y byd drwg ei ru,
Banerau tywyllwch
    a ledwyd yn hy,
  A'r Eglwys o'r dymestl
      sy'n gwylio'n un côr
  Am weled d'oleuni,
      wen Seren y Môr.

Ef welodd dy enaid
    oedd ddiwair a glwys,
Oblegid ni bu ynddo
    bechod na'i bwys,
  Ni'th feddodd, Fam annwyl,
      ond ef, Arglwydd Iôr,
  Ac ef a'th fendithiodd,
      wen Seren y Môr.

Un llety daearol,
    sef dyfnder dy fron,
A gafodd, a noddfa'r
    pechadur yw hon;
  Tydi a fu gartref
      a chuddfan i'th Iôr,
  Dy lewych a'i denodd,
      wen Seren y Môr.

O purest created,
    sweet Maiden and Mother,
Where Jesus was brought,
    the same faultless womb,
  The black night has held us,
      O Mother, and through the door
  Of the cloud, we look
      For the Star of the Sea.

A black night came down
    on the world of an evil roar,
The banners of darkness
    were spread boldly,
  And the Church from the tempest
      which is watching as one choir
  Wanting to see thy light,
      bright Star of the Sea.

'Twas he who saw thy soul
    which was undefiled and beautiful,
Because in it was no
    sin nor its weight,
  None possessed thee, dear Mother,
      but he, the Sovereign Lord,
  And 'tis he that blessed thee,
      bright Star of the Sea.

One earthly lodging,
    that is the depth of thy breast,
That he had, and the refuge
    of the sinner is this:
  Thou who was a home
      and a hiding place for the Lord,
  'Tis thy radiance that attracted him,
      bright Star of the Sea.

O Purest of creatures,
    sweet Mother, sweet maid,
The one spotless womb
    wherein Jesus was laid!
  Dark night hath come down on us,
      Mother! and we
  Look out for thy shining,
      sweet Star of the Sea!

Deep night hath come down
    on this rough-spoken world,
And the banners of darkness
    are boldly unfurled;
  And the tempest-tossed Church,
      all her eyes are on thee;
  They look to thy shining,
      sweet Star of the Sea!

He gazed on thy soul,
    it was spotless and fair,
For the empire of sin -
    it had never been there;
  None ever had owned thee,
      dear Mother, but He.
  And He blest thy clear shining,
      sweet Star of the Sea!
 
Earth gave Him one lodging;
    'twas deep in thy breast,
And God found a home
    where the sinner finds rest;
  His home and His hiding-place
      both were in thee,
  He was won by thy shining,
      sweet Star of the Sea!