Dy hen addewid rasol

Dy hen addewid rasol
  A gadwodd rif y gwlith
O ddynion wedi eu colli
  A gân ardani byth;
Er cael eu mynych glwyfo
  Gan bechod is y nen,
Iacheir eu clwyfau mawrion
  Â dail y bywiol bren.

gwelir:
  Ni cheisiai yn wyneb Moses
  Pechadur wyf O Arglwydd

Thy old gracious promise
  Has kept as many as dewdrops
Of lost men
  Who sing about it forever;
Despite being often wounded
  By sin below the sky,
To be healed are their great wounds
  With the foliage of the lively tree.

Thy gracious ancient promise