Tuedda 'ngolwg at y ne'

Tuedda 'ngolwg at y ne',
  Fy Nuw dy le trigiannol;
Fel y try gweision eu llygaid
  At ddwylo'u meistriaid bydol.

Llygaid llawforwyn ar bob tro,
  A ddilyn ddwylo'i meistres:
Dysgwyliwn arnat, Dduw, 'r un wedd,
  Am dy drugaredd gynnes.

Ein holl gynnorthwy ni a'n llwydd
  Sy'n nerth yr Arglwydd hawddgar,
Yr Hwn, trwy waith ei ddwylaw ef,
  A grëodd nef a daear.

My sight tends towards heaven,
  My God, thy dwelling place;
As servants turn their eyes
  Towards their earthly masters' hands.

The eyes of a handmaid at every turn,
  Follow the hands of her mistress:
We wait upon thee, God, in the same way,
  For thy warm mercy.

All our help and our prosperity
  Is the strength of the beautiful Lord,
He who, through the work of his own hands,
  Has created heaven and earth.

1 On thee, who dwell'st
      above the skies,
    for mercy wait my longing eyes;
2 As servants watch
      their masters' hands, 
    and maids their
        mistresses' commands.


3 O then have mercy on us, Lord,
    thy gracious aid to us afford;
4 To us, whom cruel foes oppress,
    grown rich and proud
        by our distress.