Dyma Feib(i)l annwyl Iesu

Dyma Feibil annwyl Iesu,
  Dyma rodd deheulaw Duw;
Dengys hwn y ffordd i farw,
  Dengys hwn y ffordd i fyw;
Dengys hwn y golled erchyll
  Gafwyd draw yn Eden drist;
Dengys hwn y ffordd i'r bywyd
  Trwy adnabod Iesu Grist.

Feibil gwerthfawr! caiff dy eiriau
  Gartref yn fy mynwes i;
Mae bendithion myrdd myrddiynau
  Yn dy addewidion di;
Bu fy nghalon dlawd yn crwydro
  Mewn anialwch sych a gwyw;
Nes i ti fy nhywys trwyddo
  At geulannau afon Duw.

Cuddiaf d'eiriau yn fy nghalon -
  Gwnaf yn ddyfnach nag erioed;
Byddi'n llewyrch i fy llwybrau,
  Ac yn llusern i fy nhroed;
Cyfaill fyddi ar y ddaear
  Erys drwy fy oriau brau;
Yn y nef am dragwyddoldeb
  Bydd dy drysor yn parhau.

Yma rhedo'm myfyrdodau,
  Ar drysorau mawr y gair;
Dawn ac iechyd i fy ysbryd,
  Grym a bywyd i mi bair;
Mi anturia'r oll a feddaf
  Ar y gair cadarnaf gwiw;
Cwyd fi fyny, ceidw f'enaid,
  Mae fy nodded yn fy Nuw.

Gwell nag aur, a gwell nag arian,
  Yw dy air, O Dduw, i mi;
Ymhyfrydu byddo f'enaid
  Beunydd yn dy gyfraith di;
Rho oleuni, fel y gwelwyf
  Bethau rhyfedd d'air o hyd:
Plyg f'ewyllys i'w ddylanwad,
  Ato tyn fy serch a'm bryd.

gwelir:
  Diolch am ddatguddiad dwyfol
  Dysg i ninnau annwyl Iesu
    (Howell Elvet Lewis [Elfed] 1860-1953)
  Gair fy Nuw sydd oleu nerthol
  Gwell nag aur a gwell nag arian

Here is the Bible of dear Jesus,
  Here is a gift from the right hand of God;
This sets forth the way to die,
  This sets forth the way to live,
This sets forth the terrible loss
  Sustained yonder in sad Eden;
This sets forth the way to the life
  Through knowing Jesus Christ.

A precious Bible! Thy words may have
  A home in my breast
A myriad myriad blessings are
  In thy promises;
My poor heart was wandering
  In a desert dry and wizened;
Until thou didst lead me through
  To the banks of the river of God.

I will hide thy words in my heart -
  I will do more deeply than ever before;
Thou shalt be as illumination to my paths,
  And as a lantern to my foot;
A friend thou shalt be on the earth
  Throughout my remaining fragile hours;
In heaven for eternity
  Shall thy treasure endure.

Here would run my meditations,
  On the great treasures of the word;
Strength and health to my spirit,
  Power and life for me to endure;
I will venture all I possess
  On the worthy firmest word;
It will raise me up, it will keep my soul,
  My refuge is in my God.

Better than gold and better than silver,
  Is thy word, O God, to me;
May my soul delight
  Daily in thy law;
Give light, that I may see
  Wonderful things of thy word always:
Bend my will to its influence,
  To it draw my affection and my mind.

This is Jesus' precious Bible,
  This the gift of God’s right hand;
Teaching how to die triumphant,
  How to live His pure command;
This reveals the loss we suffered
  When in Eden sin enticed;
And it shows the way to glory
  If we follow Jesus Christ.

Precious Bible! in my bosom
  Thy dear words a home shall find.
Countless blessings are, with beauty,
  In Thy promises assigned;
My poor heart once roamed a desert,
  Vast and dry, of withered sod,
Till Thy guidance brought me through it
  To the living stream of God.

I will hide Thy words within me
  Deep, where time cannot delete;
Thou art light upon my pathway,
  And a lamp unto my feet;
Friend Thou art on life's long journey
  Biding through my hours of care,
And through heaven's eternal ages—
  Thou my treasure ever there.

also:

Hail the Saviour's precious Bible!
  God's right hand has brought it nigh!
Here we learn in lines of glory,
  How to live and how to die;
Here man's awful death is graven
  In sad Eden's sin and shame;
Yet we see life's portals open,
  Once for all in Jesus' name.