Er dyfned yw'r Iorddonen,
  Rhaid imi groesi hon;
Wrth feddwl am ei thònau,
  Mae ofnau dan fy mron:
Ond im' gael nabod Iesu,
  A'm carodd cyn fy mod,
Af trwyddi'n ddigon tawel,
  A'r gwaelod dan fy nhroed!

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Hen afon yr Iorddonen!
  Rhaid imi groesi hon;
Wrth feddwl am ei dyfnder,
  Mae arswyd dan fy mron;
Ond im' gael 'nabod Iesu,
  A'm carodd cyn fy mod,
Af trwy-ddi'n ddigon tawel,
  A'r gwaelod dan fy nhroed.

Paham yr ofna'i'r afon,
  Wrth weled grym y dŵr?
Mae'r gwaelod wedi ei g'ledu,
  A'r Iesu'n flaenaf Gŵr!
Yr afon goch lifeiriol
  A darddodd dan ei fron, -
Mae miloedd yn myn'd adref
  Yn ngrym yr afon llon.

gwelir:
  Bendithion ar fendithion
  Paham yr ofna'i'r afon?
  Pwy rydd im falm Gilead?
  Ymado wnaf â'r babell
  Yr afon goch lifeiriol

Although so deep is the Jordan,
  I must cross this;
While thinking about its waves,
  There are fears under my breast:
If only I get to know Jesus,
  Who loved me before I was,
I will go through it sufficiently quietly,
  With the bottom under my foot!

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The old river of the Jordan!
  I must cross this;
While thinking about its depth,
  There is horror under my breast;
If only I get to know Jesus,
  Who loved me before I was,
I will go through it sufficiently quietly,
  With the bottom under my foot!

Why do I fear the river,
  While seeing the force of the water?
The bottom has been hardened,
  And Jesus the foremost Man!
The red, flowing river
  That issued under his breast, -
Thousands are going home
  In the force of the cheerful river.