Goleuni Caersalem   |   The Light of Jerusalem

O am 'nabod grym duwioldeb,
    yn fy enaid nos a dydd,
Ac â'm dygo dros y bryniau
    serth i'r lan yn ngoleu ffydd:
  Ond tra byddwyf mewn anialwch,
      ac mewn d'ryswch dudew nos,
  Cadw 'ngolwg trwy'r cymylau,
      ar rinweddau gwaed y groes.

Crist yw'm haulwen oleu ddysglaer,
    sy'n goleuo'm henaid gwan,
Ac fe ymlid y tywyllwch,
    oll i gerdded yn y man:
  Fe wresoga'm calon oerllyd;
      todda'm hysbryd rhewllyd i,
  Hyd ne's b'wyf yn wylo'r dagrau,
      am riddfanau Calfari.

O to know the force of godliness,
    in my soul night and day,
And to bring me over the steep
    hills up in the light of faith:
  But while I live in a desert,
      and in the bewliderment of thick dark night,
  Keep my gaze through the clouds,
      on the merits of the blood of the cross.

Christ is my bright, shining sunlight,
    which illuminates my weak soul,
And he chases the darkness,
    all to walk soon:
  He warms my chilly heart;
      melts my icy spirit,
  Until I am weeping the tears
      for the groans of Calvary.