O fewn i gloriau hwn

O fewn i gloriau hwn
  Mae dwfn feddwl Duw;
Pob iot o hono bery'n hwy
  Na'r nef — gwirionedd yw:
Y llẅon yw ei sail,
  Gwaed Adda'r Ail yw'r sêl;
Mwy gwerthfawr yw nag aur Peru,
  Llawn yw o laeth a môl.

Rhyw drysor mawr ei werth
  Yw holl wirionedd Duw;
Tystiolaeth eglur ynddo geir
  Am gyflwr dynol-ryw;
Ei greu mewn cyflwr da,
  A syrthio o hono'i hun;
O blegid hyn, gelyniaeth sydd
  Rhwng Brenin nef a dyn.

Ac ynddo hefyd ceir
  Rhyw newydd brâf ei sain,
Fod iachawdwriaeth berffaith râd,
  I'r gwaelaf un o'r rhai'n;
Mae'r heddwch wedi ei wneyd
  Yn Mherson Mab y dyn,
Ac yn y Babell ddiddos hon
  Mae Duw mewn hedd â dyn.

Trysordy deddfau Duw,
  Maith yw Dy eiriau prîd;
Pob sill o'i fewn sydd fwy ei werth
  Na'r ddaear faith i gyd;
O fewn ei gloriau gwiw
  Mae arfdy Duw, fy Iôr;
Myfyriaf ynddo yn ddi-baid,
  Tra fyddo tir neu fôr.

Within these covers
  Is the deep thought of God;
Every jot of it shall endure longer
  Than heaven - it is truth:
The oaths are its foundation,
  The blood of the second Adam is its seal;
More precious it is than the gold of Peru,
  Full it is of milk and honey.

Some treasure of great worth
  Is the whole truth of God;
Clear evidence in it is found
  Of the condition of human-kind;
His creating in a good condition,
  And falling from it by himself;
Because of this, enmity there is
  Between the King of heaven and man.

In in it also is found
  Some good-sounding news,
That there is perfect, gracious salvation
  For the worst one of those;
The peace was made
  In the Person of the Son of Man,
And in that weather-proof Tent
  Is God at peace with man.

A vast treasury of the laws of God
  Are thy precious words;
Every syllable within it is of more worth
  Than all the vast earth;
Within its worthy covers
  Is the armoury of God, my Lord;
I shall meditate upon it ceaselessly,
  While ever there be land or sea.