Dod ar fy mhen dy sanctaidd law

Dod ar fy mhen dy sanctaidd law,
  O dyner Fab y Dyn;
Mae gennyt fendith i rai bach
  Fel yn dy oes dy hun.

Wrth feddwl am dy gariad gynt
  O Fethlehem i'r groes
Mi garwn innau fod yn dda
  A byw er mwyn fy oes.

Gwna fi yn addfwyn fel tydi
  Wrth bawb o'r isel rai;
Gwna fi yn hoff o wrando cwyn
  A hoff o faddau bai.

Dod i mi galon well bob dydd
  A'th ras yn fodd i fyw
Fel bo i eraill drwof fi
  Adnabod cariad Duw.

Place on my head thy holy hand,
  O tender Son of Man;
Thou hast a blessing for little ones
  As in thy own age.

While thinking of thy love of old
  From Bethlehem to the cross
I would love myself to be good
  And live for my age.

Make me gentle like thee
  Towards all from the lowly ones;
Make me enjoy hearing a plea
  And enjoy forgiving a fault.

To come my heart more each day
  May thy grace be pleased to live
That others may through me
  Know the love of God.