Rhyfeddaf byth ddoethineb Duw

Rhyfeddaf byth ddoethineb Duw,
Yn trefnu ffordd i ni gael byw;
  A'r Iesu ffynnon bywyd pur,
  Yn marw dan yr hoelion dur.

Os edrych wnaf i Galfari,
Caf wel'd doethineb sanctaidd Dri;
  Cyfoethog Dduw, yn ddyn tylawd,
  Yn goddef dirmyg, poen, a gwawd.

Cyfiawnder pur yn cael boddâd,
Yn gwaeddi boddlon yn y gwaed;
  A'r meddyg yno marw wnai,
  A rhoddi'i waed i'n llwyr iachâu.

Gan fod doethineb Duw mor fawr,
An yntau'n Arglwydd nef a llawr;
  'Fe fedr wneud pob chwerw nant,
  O fawr ddaioni i'w ei blant.

I will wonder forever at the wisdom of God,
Arranging a way for us to get to live;
  And Jesus the fount of pure life,
  Dying under the steel nails.

If look I do to Calvary,
I can see the wisdom of a holy Three;
  Wealthy God, as a poor man,
  Suffering scorn, pain, and mocking.

Pure righteousness getting satisfaction,
Shouting satisfied in the blood;
  And the physician there die he would,
  And give his blood to heal us completely.

Since the wisdom of God is so great,
And he Lord of heaven and earth;
  He can make every bitter stream,
  Of great goodness to his children.