O mor hyfryd yw'r meddyliau

O! mor hyfryd yw'r meddyliau
  Fod yr amser hyny ar ddod;
Y mae'r hiraeth sy'n fy nghalon
  Heb un terfyn iddo'n bod;
Ni all yr holl greadigaeth eang,
  Na'i gogoniant o un rhyw,
Lanw 'nghri, na llanw f'enaid,
  Na dim arall ond fy Nuw.

Yno llenwir fy nymuniad,
  Er ei faint ac er ei gri,
Fy holl wagter wneir i fynu,
  Gyda'r Duwdod - Un yn Dri;
Mi gaf yfed o ffynnonau,
  Gwir ddedwyddwch, a'm dyfrhau
A dadguddiad pur o fywyd,
  A llawenydd i barhau.

Mi gaf glywed cydsain hyfryd
  Digrëedig Dri yn Un,
Yn cyhoeddi heddwch nefol,
  Perffaith, wrthyf fi fy hun:
Saint, seraphiaid, ac angylion, -
  Mewn rhyw gydsain bena' erioed,
Gyda mi yri seinio'r anthem
  Am anfeidrol, ddwyfol glod.

gwelir:
  Capten mawr ein hiechydwriaeth
  Llawen ydwyf fod dy hanfod
  Minau bryfyn gwael o'r ddaear
  Nid oes terfyn ar flynyddau

O how delightful are the thoughts
  That this time is about to come;
The longing that is in my heart is
  Without any ending for it to be;
The whole vast creation cannot be,
  Nor its glory of any kind,
Flooding my cry, nor flooding my soul,
  Nor anything else but my God.

There to be fulfilled is my desire,
  For its privilege and for its cry,
All my emptiness is to be made up,
  With the Godhead, ONE in THREE;
I will get to drink from the wells,
  Of pure happiness, which water me,
With a pure revelation of life,
  And joy to endure.

I will get to hear a delightful harmony,
  The uncreated THREE in ONE,
Announcing perfect, heavenly
  Peace, to me myself;
Saints, Seraphim, and Angels,
  In some most ancient ever harmony
With me sounding the Anthem,
  Of infinite, divine praise.