1,((2),4,5),6;  1,3,4,5.
Pererin wyf mewn anial dir,
  Yn crwydro yma a thraw,
Ac yn rhyw ddisgwyl bob yr awr
  Fod tŷ fy Nhad gerllaw.

Ac mi debygaf clywaf sŵn
  Nefolaidd rai o'm blaen,
Wedi gorchfygu a mynd drwy
  Dymhestloedd dŵr a thân.

O tyred Ysbryd Sanctaidd, Pur,
  Nertha 'mlinedig draed;
A rho im' olwg oleu, glir,
  Ar hyfryd dir fy ngwlad.

Tyrd, Ysbryd Sanctaidd, ledia'r ffordd,
  Bydd imi'n niwl a thân;
Ni cherdda' i'n gywir hanner cam
  Oni byddi di o'm blaen.

Mi wyraf weithiau ar y dde
  Ac ar yr aswy law;
Am hynny arwain, gam a cham,
  Fi i'r baradwys draw.

Mae hiraeth arnaf am y wlad
  Lle mae torfeydd di-ri'
Yn canu'r anthem ddyddiau'u hoes
  Am angau Calfari.

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1,2,3;  1,2,4.
Pererin wyf mewn anial dir,
  Yn crwydro yma ' thraw,
Ac yn rhyw ddisgwyl bob yr awr
  Fod tŷ fy Nhad gerllaw.

'Rwy'n edrych dros y bryniau pell,
  Amdanat bob yr awr;
Tyrd, fy Anwylyd, mae'n hwyrhau,
  A'm haul bron mynd i lawr.

At wedd dy wyneb nid yw ddim
  Drysorau maith y llawr;
Mae gair o'th enau'n llawr mwy
  Ei rym nag uffern fawr. 

Tybygwn, pe bae nhraed yn rhydd
  O'r blin gaethiwed hyn,
Na wnawn ond canuu tra fawn byw
  Am ras Calfaria fryn.

gwelir:
  At wedd dy wyneb nid yw ddim
  Fe'm siomwyd gan bleserau'r llawr
  Hiraetha f'enaid am fwynhau
  Mae dyddiau griddfan i mi'n hir
  O tyred Ysbryd sanctaidd pur
  'Rwy'n edrych dros y bryniau pell
  Tyr'd Ysbryd sanctaidd ledia'r ffordd
  Yn nyfnder profedigaeth ddu

 
A pilgrim am I in a desert land
  Wandering hither and yon,
And in a kind of hope every hour
  That my Father's house is at hand.

And I shall most likely hear
  Some heavenly sound before me,
Having overcome and gone through
  Tempests of water and fire.

O Come, pure Holy Spirit,
  Strengthen my exhausted feet;
And give me a bright, clear view,
  Upon the delightful land of my country.

Come, Holy Spirit, widen the way,
  Be to me cloud and fire;
I will not walk correctly half a step
  Except thou be before me.

I veer at times to the right
  And to the left hand;
Therefore lead, step by step,
  Me to the paradise yonder.

I have a longing for the land
  Where multitudes without number
Are singing the anthem the days of their age
  About the death of Calvary.

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A pilgrim am I in a desert land
  Wandering hither and yon,
And in a kind of hope every hour
  That my Father's house is at hand.

I am looking across the distant hills,
  For thee every hour;
Come, my Beloved, it is getting late,
  And my sun about to go down.

To the countenance of thy face as nothing
  Are the vast treasures of below;
A word from thy mouth much greater is
  Its strength than great hell.

I suppose, if my feet were free
  From this wearisome captivity,
I would only sing as long as I live
  Of the the grace of Calvary hill.

 

























I long for thy divine abode,
  Where sinless myriads dwell,
Who ceaseless sing thy boundless love,
  And all thy glories tell.

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I look beyond the distant hills,
  My risen Lord to see:
O come, Beloved, ere the dusk,
  My sun doth set on me!