Gras peraidd sain yn para yw

Gras! peraidd sain yn para yw,
  I ddynolryw, plant Adda!
O gân y llu nefolaidd llon
  I'r ddaear gron adseinia.

Gras drefnodd ffordd i achub dyn,
  Er gwaeled llun oedd arno;
A rhyfedd ras sydd yn mhob rhan
  O'r ddyfais anwyl hòno.

Gras drodd y traed fu'n crwydro'n hir,
  I'r llwybr gwir tragwyddol;
A gras sydd yn eu gwneyd yn gryf,
  Trwy gymhorth cyfamserol.

Gras a gorona'r dwyfol waith
  A gwynfyd maith diddiwedd;
Dwg allan y maen penaf oll,
  A chaiff yr holl anrhydedd.

gwelir: Gras O'r fath beraidd sain

Grace! A sweet sound continuing it is,
  To humankind, the children of Adam!
From the song of the cheerful, heavenly host
  To the round earth resounds.

Grace arranged a way to save man,
  Despite how bad was the image on him;
And wonderful grace is in every part
  Of this beloved scheme.

Grace turned to feet that were wandering long,
  To the true, eternal paths;
And grace is making them strong,
  Through timely help.

Grace shall crown the divine worth
  With a vast, unending paradise;
It will bring out the chief stone of all,
  Which shall get all the honour.

Grace, 'tis a charming sound,
  Harmonious to mine ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
  And all the earth shall hear.

Grace first contrived the way
  To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
  Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace led my roving feet
  To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
  While pressing on to God.

Grace all the work shall crown,
  Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
  And well deserves the praise.