[A]
Mae'r dydd yn dod i'r had brenhinol
  Gael mordwyo tua'u gwlad
O gaethiwed y priddfeini
  I deyrnasu gyda'u Tad;
Eu ffydd tu draw a dry yn olwg,
  A'u gobaith eiddil yn fwynhad,
Annherfynol fydd yr anthem,
  Dyrchafu rhinwedd gwerthfawr waed.

Mae fy nghalon am ymadael
  Â phob rhyw eilunod mwy,
Am fod arni'n sgrifenedig
  Ddelw gwrthrych llawer mwy –
Anfeidrol deilwng i'w addoli,
  Ei garu, a'i barchu, yn y byd;
Bywyd myrdd o safn marwolaeth
  A gafwyd yn ei angau drud.

Arogli'n beraidd mae fy nardus
  Wrth wledda ar y cariad rhad;
Sêl yn tanio yn erbyn pechod,
  Caru delw sancteiddhad;
Torri ymaith law a llygad
  Ynghyd ag uchel drem i lawr;
Neb yn deilwng o'i ddyrchafu
  Onid Iesu, 'r Brenin mawr.

O! am fywyd o sancteiddio
  Sanctaidd enw pur fy Nuw
Ac ymostwng i'w ewyllys
  A'i lywodraeth tra fwyf byw;
Byw dan addunedu a thalu,
  Byw dan ymnerthu yn y gras
Sydd yng Nghrist yn drysoredig
  I orchfygu ar y maes.

Addurna'm henaid ar dy ddelw,
  Gwna fi'n ddychryn yn dy law,
I uffern, llygredd, annuwioldeb,
  Wrth edrych arnaf i gael braw;
O! am gymdeithasu â'r Enw,
  Ennaint tywalltedig yw,
Yn hallt i'r byd, gan bêr aroglau
  O hawddgar ddoniau eglwys Dduw.

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[B]
Mae'r dydd yn dod i'r hâd brenhinol
  Gael mordwyo tua'u gwlad
O gaethiwed y priddfeini
  I deyrnasu gyda'u Tad;
Yno'u ffydd a dry yn olwg,
  A'u gobaith eiddil yn fwynhad;
Annherfynol fydd yr anthem,
  Dyrchafu'n oen a'i werthfawr waed.

Bererin llesg gan rym y stormydd,
  Cyfod dy olwg, gwêl yn awr
Yr Oen yn gweini'r swydd gyfryngol,
  Mewn gwisgoedd llaesion hyd y llawr;
Gwregys euraid o ffyddlondeb,
  Wrth ei odre clychau'n llawn
O sŵn maddeuant i bechadur
  Ar gyfri' yr anfeidrol Iawn.

gwelir:
  Arogli'n beraidd mae fy Nardus
  Bererin llesg gan rym y stormydd
  Cofia Arglwydd dy ddyweddi
  Dyma babell y cyfarfod
  Llwybr cwbl groes i natur
  Mae bod yn fyw yn fawr ryfeddod
  Mae fy nghalon am ymadael

[A]
The day has come for the royal seed
  To be navigated to their land,
From the captivity of the bricks
  To reign with their Father;
Their way to the far side becomes visible,
  And their faint hope comes to fruition,
Unending will be the anthem,
  Raising the virtue of the precious blood.

My heart wants to depart
  From all kinds of idol from now on,
To have written on it
  The image of an object much more -
Immeasurable worthy to worship him,
  His love, and his honour, in the world;
Life for a myriad from the jaws of death
  Was obtained in his precious death.

Smelling sweetly is my nard
  While feasting on the free love;
Zeal burning against sins,
  To love the image of holiness;
To cut off hand and eye
  Together with a haughty gaze down;
None is worthy of his exalting
  Except Jesus, the great King.

O for the life from sanctifying
  The pure holy name of my God
And to submit to his will
  And his government while I live!
To live under vowing and paying,
  To live under strengthening in the grace
Which is treasured in Christ
  To triumph on the field.

Adorn my soul on thy image,
  Make me a terror in thy hand,
To hell, corruption, ungodliness,
  While looking upon myself to get terror;
O to commune with the Name,
  Ointment is poured,
Drenching the world, with sweet smells
  Of beautiful gifts of the church of God.

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[B]
The day has come for the royal seed
  To be navigated to their land,
From the captivity of the bricks
  To reign with their Father;
There their way becomes visible,
  And their faint hope comes to fruition,
Unending will be the anthem,
  Exalting the Lamb and his precious blood.

A feeble pilgrim by the force of the storms,
  Raise thy sight, look now
The Lamb is serving the mediatory office,
  In loose clothes down to the ground;
A golden belt of faithfulness,
  At it's bottom bells full
Of the sound of forgiveness to sinners
  On account of the immeasurable Ransom.

 
Now the royal seed are summoned

also:

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[B]
There's a day to journey homewards
  For the children of the King;
God shall from the fields of bondage
  To the throne His loved ones bring:
There shall faith to sight be changèd,
  Feeble hope to perfect gain;
And the song shall grow for ever
  To the Lamb which once was slain.

Pilgrim, worn with stress of tempests,
  Look, and see the dawning light!
There the Lamb makes intercession,
  In His flowing robes of white:
Faithfulness, His golden girdle;
  Round His garment's hem, the bells;
Token of the full forgiveness
  Which in His atonement dwells.