A all y fraich a wnaeth bob dim?

A all y fraich a wnaeth bob dim
Ddiffygio byth, neu fyn'd heb rym!
  A balla nerth y
      cadarn Iôr,
  A wnaeth y nef,
      y tir, a'r môr!

Nerth dyn yn fuan a wanhâ,
A chryfder ie'nctid
    blino wna;
  Ond nerthoedd anchwyliadwy sy'
  Yn mythol freichiau'n Harglwydd ni.

Y saint ymadnewyddu wnant,
Can's derbyn nerth o hyd a gânt, 
  Nes cyrhaedd y dedwyddol dir
  Lle mae digrifwch
      bythol pur.

And can the arm that made everything
Ever fail, or lose its force?
  And shall the strength of
      the secure Lord fail,
  Who made the heaven,
      the land and the sea?

The power of man shall soon weaken,
And the strength of the young
    shall grow weary;
  But unsearchable powers are
  In the everlasting arms of our Lord.

The saints shall renew themselves,
Since they may always receive power,
  Until reaching the happy land
  Where there is pure,
      everlasting enjoyment.

Hast thou not known,
    hast thou not heard
  That firm remains on high
The everlasting throne of him
  Who formed the
      earth and sky?

Mere human pow'r shall fast decay,
  And youthful
      vigour cease,
But they who wait upon the Lord
  In strength shall still increase.

On eagles' wings
    they mount, they soar,
  Their wings are faith and love,
Till, past the cloudy regions here,
  They rise to heaven above.