Fy nghân i byth a gaiff goffau

Fy nghân i byth a gaiff goffau,
  Am drugareddau'r Arglwydd;
Mor ffyddlon yw ei air heb gêl,
  Caiff oes a ddêl hyspysrwydd.

Ei sanctaidd wirioneddau ef,
  Barhant fel nef yn hollol;
Ac os addewid ganddo gawn,
  Siwr fydd y dawn trag'wyddol.

Duw'r lluoedd fry gan seintiau fyrdd,
  Dy ryfedd ffyrdd a genir;
A seintiau ar y ddae'r a gân
  Dy gariad na newidir.

My song shall ever get remembered,
  About the mercies of the Lord;
How faithful is his word without falsehood,
  He will get in the age to come happiness.

His holy truths,
  They shall endure like heaven completely;
And if a promise from him we get,
  Sure shall be the eternal gift.

God of the hosts above by a myriad saints,
  Thy wonderful ways shall be sung;
And saints on the earth shall sing
  Thy unchanging love.

My never-ceasing songs shall show
  The mercies of the Lord;
And make succeeding ages know
  How faithful is his word.

The sacred truths his lips pronounce
  Shall firm as heav'n endure;
And if he speak a promise once,
  Th' eternal grace is sure.

Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways
  Are sung by saints above;
And saints on earth their honours raise
  To thy unchanging love.