'Does destyn gwiw i'm cān

'Does destyn gwiw i'm cān
Ond cariad f'Arglwydd glān
  A'i farwol glwy';
Griddfannau Calfarī
Ac angau Iesu cu
Yw 'ngān a'm bywyd i:
  Hosanna mwy!

O! faint Ei gariad Ef!
Nis gall holl ddoniau'r nef
  Ei dreiddio trwy:
Mae hyn i mi'n beth sỳn:
I riddfan pen y bryn
Droi'n gān i mi fel hyn:
  Hosanna mwy!

Caniadau'r nefol gōr
Sydd oll i'm Harglwydd Iōr
  A'i ddwyfol glwy';
Y brwydrau wedi troi,
Gelynion wedi ffoi
Sy'n gwneud i'r dyrfa roi
  Hosanna mwy!

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1,2,3;  1,2,(4,(5)).
'Does destyn gwiw i'm cān
Ond cariad f'Arglwydd glān
  A'i farwol glwy';
Griddfannau Calfarī
Ac angau Iesu cu
Yw 'ngān a'm bywyd i:
  Hosanna mwy!

Caniadau'r nefol gōr
Sydd oll i'm Harglwydd Iōr
  A'i ddwyfol glwy';
Y brwydrau wedi troi,
Gelynion wedi ffoi
Sy'n gwneud i'r dyrfa roi
  Hosanna mwy!

O wyrthiau'i gariad ef!
Ni all holl ddoniau'r nef
  Eu dirnad hwy;
Mae hyn i mi'n beth syn:
I riddfan pen y bryn
Droi'n gān i mi fel hyn:
   Hosanna mwy!

Pan ddelo'r plant ynghyd
O bedwar cẁr y byd,
  I'w man-gre hwy;
Gobeithiaf yn ddi-lŷth
Gael telyn yn eu plith,
I ganu, heb gwŷno byth,
  Hosanna mwy!

Na ddigied neb o'r plant,
Am i mi ganu ar dant
  O'u telyn hwy:
Myfyrio'r tywydd du
Fu ar ein Iesu cu,
A droes fy nghan mor hy',
  Hosanna mwy!

gwelir: Rhan II - O faint Ei gariad Ef

There is no worthy theme to my song
But my pure Lord's love
  And his mortal wound;
The goans of Calvary
And the death of dear Jesus
Are my song and my life:
  Hosanna evermore!

O the extent of his love!
Not all the gifts of heaven can
  Penetrate it;
This is to me something of a surprise:
For the groan of the top of a hill
To turn into a song for me like this:
  Hosanna evermore!

The songs of the heavenly choir
Are all to my Sovereign Lord
  And his divine wound;
The battles having turned,
Enemies having fled
Are making the multitude render
  Hosanna evermore!

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There is no worthy theme to my song
But my pure Lord's love
  And his mortal wound;
The goans of Calvary
And the death of dear Jesus
Are my song and my life:
  Hosanna evermore!

The songs of the heavenly choir
Are all to my Sovereign Lord
  And his divine wound;
The battles having turned,
Enemies having fled
Are making the multitude render
  Hosanna evermore!

O the miracles of his love!
Not all the gifts of heaven can
  Comprehend them;
This is to me something of a surprise:
For the groan of the top of a hill
To turn into a song for me like this:
  Hosanna evermore!

When the children come together
From the four corners of the world,
  To their own place;
I hope unfailingly
To get a harp among them,
To sing, with never any complaining,
  Hosanna evermore!

Let none of the children be angry,
That I play on a string
  Of their harp:
Studying the black weather
That was upon our dear Jesus,
Is what turned my song so bold,
  Hosanna evermore!