Holl nerthoedd nef angelion saint

Holl nerthoedd nef, angelion, saint, 
  Tylwythau daear las, 
Cydgenwch newydd gân o fawl
  Am waredìgol ras.

Y gras ymgronai'n fôr didrai
  Nes llenwi mynwes Duw,
Cyn gosod seiliau bryniau'r byd,
  At euog ddynol ryw.

Y gras anfonai'r Priod Fab
  I barthau isa'r llawr,
I'n codi o'r dyfnderau i'r làn
  I wynfyd nefoedd fawr.

Y gras a lifodd ar y pren
  Yn afon fawr ddidrai,
I olchi ymaith feiau'r byd
  A chànu'r aflan rai.

Pan ddelo'r brynedigol dorf
  Yn iach i ben eu taith,
Eu cân fydd am achubol ras
  I drag'wyddoldeb maith.

All ye powers of heaven, angels, saints,
  Tribes of the blue-green earth,
Sing together a new song of praise
  For delivering grace.

The grace would collect as an unebbing sea
  Until filling the bosom of God,
Before setting the foundations of the world,
  Towards guilty human-kind.

The grace would send the Bride-groom
  To the lowliest regions of the earth,
To raise us up from the depths
  To the bliss of great heaven.

The grace which flowed on the tree
  As a great unebbing river,
To wash away the faults of the world
  And bleach the unclean ones.

When the redeemed throng comes
  Whole to the end of their journey,
Their song will be about saving grace
  For a vast eternity.