Dyrchafaf lafar lef

Dyrchafaf lafar lef,
Ar Ysbryd Glān y nef,
  Am grefydd gras;
O maddeu meiau 'gyd,
Tra byddwyf yn y byd,
Rho brawf ar hyn o bryd,
  I'th waelaf wās.

Ond imi gael mwynhad
O'th gariad, Dwyfol Dad,
  Gwellhad yn llon;
Pan doro gwawr y dydd,
Caf ffoi yn ngoleu ffydd,
Pob rhwyman ānt yn rhydd,
  O brudd-der bron.

'Dof fel yr aur yn bur,
O'r gofid garw gur,
  A'r dolur dro;
Fe dw'na'r hyfryd awr,
Ca'i fyn'd o'r cystudd mawr,
I le goruwch y wawr,
  Hyfrydol fro.

I will raise a vocal cry,
To the Holy Spirit of heaven,
  For the belief of grace;
O forgive all my faults,
While ever I am in the world,
Grant an experience now today,
  To thy poorest servant.

If only I get the enjoyment
Of thy love, heavenly Father,
  Healing cheerfully;
When the dawn of the day breaks,
I shall get to flee in the light of faith,
Every bond shall go free,
  From the sadness of a breast.

I shall become, like the gold, pure,
From the grief of a rough beating,
  And the sadness of time;
The delightful hour shall shine,
I shall get to leave the great tribulation,
To a place high above the dawn,
   A delightful region.