Ar lais y tlawd gwrandawodd Duw

Ar lais y tlawd gwrandawodd Duw,
  Can's rhyfedd yw ei ras;
A dygodd ef o'i ofnau prudd,
  A'i holl gystuddiau ma's.

2 Glan angel Duw a dry yn gylch
  O amgylch pawb o'i blant;
Fel castell cadarn iddynt mae,
  A gỳr eu hofhau bant.

3 O profwch, gwelwch ddäed yw
  Yr Arglwydd byw i'w saint;
Gwyn fyd y gwr gred ynddo 'nawr,
  'Does neb
      mor fawr ei fraint.

4 Mwy ofnwch Dduw, chwi seintiau mwyn,
  A gwrendy'ch cwyn o'r nef;
Ac nid oes eisiau dim sy dda
  Ar neb a'i hofna ef.

Gwelir:
 Rhan I - Bendithio wnaf fy Arglwydd Ner

To the voice of the poor God has listened,
  Since wonderful is his grace;
And he drew him from his sad fears,
  And out of all his afflictions.

The holy angel of God shall turn round
  About everyone of his children;
Like a firm castle to them he is,
  And shall drive their fears away.

O taste, see how good is
  The living Lord to his saints;
Blessed is the man who believes in him now,
  There is no-one
      with such a great privilege.

Fear ye God ever more, ye gentle saints,
  Who listens to your complaint from heaven;
And there is no want of anything good
  For anyone who fears him.

6 "Behold," say they, "behold the man
    whom Providence relieved;
  "So dang'rously with foes beset,
    so wondrously retrieved."

7 The hosts of God encamp around
    the dwellings of the just;
  Deliv'rance he affords to all
    who on his succor trust.

8 O make but trial of his love,
    experience will decide,
  How blessed they are,
      and only they,
    who in his truth confide.

9 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
    have nothing else to fear;
   Make you his service your delight,
     your wants shall be his care.