Boed dy awelon pur fel tān

Boed dy awelon pur fel tān,
Yn llosgi'r sothach oll o'i flaen,
  A chadw'r weinidogaeth fawr,
  A'i llewyrch fel y boreu wawr.

Chwyth beraroglau'r
    enaint gwiw,
Nes gwneuthur meirw fyrdd yn fyw;
  O! anfon dy awdurdod gref,
  Ac agor feddau fyrdd ā'th lef.

O! gwisg holl weision Iesu glān,
A chenadwri megys tān,
  A danfon nerth o'r nef i lawr,
  Trech na galluoedd
      uffern fawr.

May thy pure breezes be like fire,
Burning all the dross before it,
  And keeping the great ministry,
  With its radiance like the morning dawn.

Blow the sweet aromas of the
    worthy anointing,
Until making a myriad dead alive;
  O send thy strong authority,
  And open a myriad graves with thy voice.

O clothe all the servants of holy Jesus,
And emissaries like fire,
  And send strength from heaven down,
  More powerful than the abilities
      of great hell.