Fy enaid nac ymffrostia

Fy enaid nac ymffrostia
  Ond yn ei farwol loes -
Yn llwyr ufudd dod Hwnnw
  Fu farw ar y groes:
Wrth edrych ar Ei degwch,
  Ac ar Ei farwol glwyf,
Newidir fi i'w ddelw
  Er mor annhebyg wyf.

My soul do not boast
  Except in his throes of death -
Completely obedient He became
  Who died on the cross:
On looking on His fairness,
  And on His mortal wound,
I am being changed into his image
  Although so unworthy am I.