O Ddewi san(c)taidd gelwi'r gwlad yn gyson

O Ddewi sanctaidd,
    gelwi'r gwlad yn gyson
  Ar hyd canrifoedd maith
           i'r dyddiau fydd,
O oes i oes gwrandawn,
    er pob ymryson,
  Dy eiriau di:
      "Bydd lawen, cadw'r Fydd."

Crist oedd dy graig
    a sail dy holl athrawiaeth,
  Ei gariad ef
      roes angerdd yn dy gri,
Ei ras oedd rym a'i serch
    oedd wres dy bregeth,
  Ei lendid ef
      dywynnodd ynot ti.

Yn blentyn bach,
    dewisaist Iesu'n unig,
  A'i ysgafn iau
       yn gu iti a gaed;
O'i bledig ef
    'roedd popeth iti'n golled
  Ond dwyn y groes
      a dilyn ôl ei draed.

Moes di dy law
    i'n tywys a'n hachlesu,
  Rho dros ein hannwyl
      wlad dy gymorth di,
Dwg ni at Dduw
    yn ufudd i gyffesu
  Iesu yn Ben a Brenin fyth i ni.

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O Ddewi sanctaidd,
    gelwi'r gwlad yn gyson
  Ar hyd canrifoedd maith
           i'r dyddiau fydd,
O oes i oes gwrandawn,
    er pob ymryson,
  Dy eiriau di:
      "Bydd lawen, cadw'r Fydd."

      Moes di dy law
          i'n tywys a'n hachlesu,
        Rho dros ein hannwyl
            wlad dy gymorth di,
      Dwg ni at Dduw
          yn ufudd i gyffesu
        Iesu'n Ben a Brenin
            fyth i ni.

Crist oedd dy graig
    a sail dy holl athrawiaeth,
  Ei gariad ef
      roes angerdd yn dy gri,
Ei ras oedd rym a'i serch
    oedd wres dy bregeth,
  Ei lendid ef
      dywynnodd ynot ti.

Yn blentyn bach,
    dewisaist Iesu'n unig,
  A'i ysgafn iau
       yn gu iti a gaed;
O'i bledig ef
    'roedd popeth iti'n golled
  Ond dwyn y groes
      a dilyn ôl ei draed.

O sacred David,
    thou didst call the land constantly
  Along vast centuries
      to the days that shall be,
From age to age we listen,
    despite all strife,
  To thy words:
      "Be joyful, keep the faith."

Christ was thy rock
    and the foundation of all thy teaching,
  His love put passion
      into thy cry,
His grace was the force and its affection
    was the warmth of thy preaching,
  His holiness
      shone in thee.

As a small child,
    thou didst choose Jesus alone,
  And his light yoke
      dear to thee was found;
Because of him
    everything was loss to thee
  Except bearing the cross
      and following his footprints.

Offer thy hand
    to lead us and protect us,
  Give across our dear
      land thy help,
Bring us to God
    obediently to confess
  Jesus as Head and King forever to us.

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O sacred David,
    thou didst call the land constantly
  Along vast centuries
      to the days that shall be,
From age to age we listen,
    despite all strife,
  To thy words:
      "Be joyful, keep the faith."

      Offer thy hand
          to lead us and protect us,
        Give across our dear
            land thy help,
      Bring us to God
          obediently to confess
        Jesus as Head and King
            forever to us.

Christ was thy rock
    and the foundation of all thy teaching,
  His love put passion
      into thy cry,
His grace was the force and its affection
    was the warmth of thy preaching,
  His holiness
      shone in thee.

As a small child,
    thou didst choose Jesus alone,
  And his light yoke
      dear to thee was found;
Because of him
    everything was loss to thee
  Except bearing the cross
      and following his footprints.

O Great Saint David,
    still we hear thee call us,
  Unto a life
      that knows no fear of death;
Yea, down the ages,
    will thy words enthral us,
  Strong happy words:
      "Be joyful, keep the faith."

Christ was the centre
    rock of all thy teaching,
  God's holy will –
      the splendour of its theme.
His grace informed,
    his love inflamed thy preaching;
  Christ's sway on earth,
      the substance of thy dream. 

In early childhood,
    choosing Jesus only,
  Thy fervour showed
      his yoke was light and sweet!
And thus for thee,
    life's journey was not lonely,
  The path made plain
      by prints of wounded feet.

On Cambria's sons
    stretch out thy hands in blessing;
  For our dear land
      thy help we now implore.
Lead us to God,
    with humble hearts confessing
  Jesus, as Lord and King for evermore.

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O Great Saint David,
    still we hear thee call us,
  Unto a life
      that knows no fear of death;
Yea, down the ages,
    will thy words enthral us,
  Strong happy words:
      "Be joyful, keep the faith."

      On Cambria's sons stretch out
          thy hands in blessing;
        For our dear land
            thy help we now implore.
      Lead us to God,
          with humble hearts confessing
        Jesus, as Lord and King
            for evermore.

Christ was the centre
    rock of all thy teaching,
  God's holy will –
      the splendour of its theme.
His grace informed,
    his love inflamed thy preaching;
  Christ's sway on earth,
      the substance of thy dream. 

In early childhood,
    choosing Jesus only,
  Thy fervour showed
      his yoke was light and sweet!
And thus for thee,
    life's journey was not lonely,
  The path made plain
      by prints of wounded feet.