Popeth hardd sydd yn y byd,
      A phob creadur byw,
    Pob peth doeth, a phob peth da,
      Yw gwaith yr Arglwydd Dduw.

Pob un o'r blodau bychain,
  Pob un o'r adar mân,
Llaw Dduw ei hun a'u lliwiodd,
  Ef wnaeth eu hadain lân.

    Popeth hardd sydd ...

Y mynydd cadarn, cribog,
  Y ffrwd a red gerllaw,
Y wawr ar machlud loywa
  Y lasnen drwyddi draw.

    Popeth hardd sydd ...

Y gaeaf blin ei ddrycin,
  Yr haf a'i hyfryd hin,
Yr ardd a'r aeron aeddfed,
  Efe a'u gwnaeth bob un.

    Popeth hardd sydd ...

Y prennau yn y goedlan,
  Y ddôl i chwarae'n rhydd,
Y brwyn ar lan yr afon
  A gasglwn ni bob dydd.

    Popeth hardd sydd ...

Rhoes Duw ei ddoniau inni
  I draethu yn ddi-feth
Am fawredd Y Creadwdwr
 A wnaeth yn dda bob peth.

    Popeth hardd sydd ...

    Everything beautiful in the world,
      And every living creature,
    Everything wise, and everything good,
      Is the work of the Lord God.

Every one of the little flowers,
  Every one of the small birds,
The hand of God himself coloured them,
  He made their pretty wings.

    Everything beautiful ...

The firm, crested mountain,
  The stream that runs nearby,
The dawn and the sunset radiate
  Throughout the blue sky.

    Everything beautiful ...

The winter with grievous weather,
  The summer with its lovely climate,
The garden and the mature berries,
  He it is who made every one.

    Everything beautiful ...

The trees in the woodland,
  The meadow to play freely,
The rushes on the bank of the river
  Which we gather every day.

    Everything beautiful ...

God gave his gifts to us
  To expound unfailingly
About the greatness of the Creator
  Who made everything well.

    Everything beautiful ...

    All things bright and beautiful,
      All creatures great and small,
    All things wise and wonderful:
      The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
  Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
  He made their tiny wings.

    All things bright ...

The purple headed mountain,
  The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
  That brightens up the sky.

    All things bright ...

The cold wind in the winter,
  The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
  He made them every one.

    All things bright ...

The tall trees in the greenwood,
  The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
  To gather every day.

    All things bright ...

He gave us eyes to see them,
  And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
  Who has made all things well.

    All things bright ...