Clywch Lais o'r Nef cyhoeddi mae

Clywch lais o'r nef, cyfoeddi mae,
Gwyn fyd i'r meirw, dduwiol rai;
  Eu henwau'n perarogli sydd,
  A'u cwsg yn esmwyth yn y pridd.

Yn Iesu marw'n ddedwydd maent,
Mor felus ydyw hûn y saint!
  Rhydd oddiwrth bechod gwnaethpwyd hwy,
  A dioddefiadau a maglau mwy.

Ymhell o'r byd a'i drafferth trist
Maent yn bresennol gyd â Christ;
  Lafurus waith eu bywyd brau
  Mewn gwobor fawr diweddu mae.

Hear a voice from heaven, publishing it is,
Blessedness to the dead, godly ones;
  There names sweetly smelling are,
  And their sleep easy in the soil.

In Jesus dying happily they are,
How sweet is the sleep of the saints!
  Free from sin they were made,
  And sufferings and snares evermore.

Far from the world and its sad trouble
They are present with Christ;
  Laborious work of their fragile life
  In great reward is ending.

Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims,
  For all the pious dead,
Sweet is the savour of their names,
  And soft their sleeping bed.

They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
  How kind their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from sins releas'd,
  And freed from every snare.

Far from this world of toil and strife,
  They're present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life
  End in a large reward.