Mewn gofid trwm a galar trist

Mewn gofid trwm a galar trist,
Cawn gysur cryf yn nghariad Crist;
  Esmwythder hoff tan gystudd hir,
  A noddfa deg mewn anial dir.

Llawenydd mawr sy'n llifo'n llawn,
O ffynon rad ei ddwyfol ddawn,
  I ddisychedu'r enaid sydd
  At Gríst yn ffoi trwy gywir ffydd.

Mae'n olud maith mewn tlodi mawr,
Mae'n nefoedd lon ar ddaear lawr;
  Mae'n fywyd da yn angeu du,
  A'n rhan dragwyddol freiniol fry.

gwelir: Ymdrechaf mwy i draethu ma's

In heavy grief and sad lamenting,
We may get strong comfort in Christ's love;
  Beloved ease under long affliction,
  And a fair refuge in a desert land.

Great joy that flows fully,
From the gracious fount of his divine gift,
  To quench the thirst of the soul that is
  Fleeing to Christ through true faith.

It is vast wealth in great poverty,
It is cheerful heaven on earth below;
  It is good food in black death,
  And an eternal privileged portion above.