Y nefoedd lân ddadgana

Y nefoedd lân ddadgana
  Ogoniant Awdwr byd,
A dydd i ddydd a draetha
  Ei fawredd ef o hyd;
Hyawdledd eu distawrwydd
  Anoga ddynol ryw,
I ddeffro o'u cysgadrwydd
  I wir folianu Duw.

Ei santaidd Air rydd olau
  Sydd ganmil gwell i ni
Nag eiddo'r furfafenau
  Na'r dydd er maint eu bri;
Arweinia'r llesg ymdeithydd,
  Yn ddoeth y gwirion wna,
A than bob trallod beunydd
  Yr athrist lawenha.

Ei Air sydd werthfawrocach
  Na disglaer berlau'r byd;
A'i ddeddfau ynt ragorach
  Na'r gwin a'r gwleddoedd drud;
Mor ddoeth yw pob gorchymyn
  A rodda Brenin Nef;
Mor ddedwydd yw'r credadyn
  A geisia'i gadw ef.

The holy heavens declare
  The glory of the Author of the world,
And day to day expounds
  His majesty always;
The eloquence of their silence
  Provokes human kind,
To awake from their sleepfulness
  Truly to praise God.

His sacred Word gives light
  That it a hundred times better to us
Than the firmaments possess
  Than the day despite their renown;
Lead the feeble traveller,
  Wise the foolish make,
And under every daily trouble
  The unhappy cheer.

His Word is more precious
  Than the shining pearls of the world;
And its laws are superior
  To the wine and the costly feasts;
So wise is every command
  That the King of Heaven gives;
So happy is the creature
  Who seeks to keep it.

The heavens declare his glory,
  Their Maker's skill the skies;
Each day repeats the story,
  And night to night replies.
Their silent proclamation
  Throughout the earth is heard;
The record of creation,
  The page of nature's word.

So pure, so soul-restoring,
  Is truth's diviner ray;
A brighter radiance pouring
  Than all the pomp of day:
The wanderer surely guiding,
  It makes the simple wise;
And, evermore abiding,
  Unfailing joy supplies.

Thy word is richer treasure
  Than lurks within the mine;
And daintiest fare less pleasure
  Yields than this food divine.
How wise each kind monition!
  Led by Thy counsels, Lord,
How safe the saints' condition,
  How great is their reward!