Melys yw yr addewidion

Melys yw yr addewidion,
Hen ffynnonau fy nghysuron:
  Melys iawn i wael bererin
  Ydyw profi'r sypiau grawnwin.

Pan y'm curir gan y tonau,
Gwawd y byd, a gorthrymderau;
  Melys cael, o'r babell briddlyd,
  Olwg glir ar dir y bywyd.

Pan y byddwyf dan law angau,
A'r chwys oeraidd ar fy ngruddiau,
  Melys brofaf, er fy ngwynfyd,
  Heddwch Duw yn well na'r bywyd.

Sweet are the promises,
The old wells of my comforts:
  Very sweet for a poor pilgrim
  It is to taste the grape-clusters.

When I am beaten by the waves,
The scorn of the world, and afflictions;
  Sweet to get, from the earthy tent,
  A clear view over the land of life.

When I am under the hand of death,
And the cold sweat is on my cheeks,
  Sweetly I shall taste, to me blessedness,
  The peace of God better than life.