Goleuni ac anfeidrol rym,
  Yw hyfryd eiriau'r nen;
Pob sill erioed a dd'wedodd Ef
  Sydd siwr o dd'od i ben.

Mae'i eiriau fel diliau mêl,
  A'i holl orch'mynion sy'
I gyd yn dangos rhinwedd maith
  Sancteiddrwydd nefoedd fry.

Mae'i addewidion fel yr haul
  Yn sicr o gadw eu lle,
Ac nid âr sillaf leia' ar goll
  O'i hyfryd eiriau E.

Fe barodd imi dori'r fraich,
  A thynu'r llygad de;
Câf finnau allu, mewn iawn bryd,
  I wneyd a barodd Ef.

'R wy'n penderfynu myn'd yn glôff
  I mewn i deyrnas nef,
Yn well na chadw'm melus chwant,
  A cholli Ei gwmi Ef.

Mi ymddiriedaf yn Ei air,
  Er cymmaint yw fy mai;
Ac fe derfynwyd dydd ac awr
  Pan gaffwy'm gwir ryddhau.

Ei addewidion sydd tan sêl,
  Fel rhyw ffynnonau pur
Ag sy'n rhoi allan loew ffrwd,
  Tros hyfryd Salem dir.

Mi orfoleddaf draw o bell,
  Wrth feddwl am y dydd,
Pan ddêl addewid fawr ei grym
  A'm henaid gwân yn rhydd.

gwelir:
  Ffarwel greaduriaid gwychaf ryw
  Mi dafla'm baich i lawr yn llwyr
  Mi ymddiriedaf yn ei Air

Light and immeasurable force,
  Are the delightful words of heaven;
Every syllable He ever spoke
  Is sure to come to pass.

His words are like drops of honey,
  And all his commands are
Altogether showing the vast virtue
  Of the sanctity of heavens above.

His promises are like the sun
  Sure to keep its place,
And not the least syllable shall be lost
  Of His own delightful words.

He readied me to cut off my arm,
  And pluck out my right eye;
I will do what I can, in a true intent,
  To do what He has ordained.

I am determined to go lamely
  Into the kingdom of heaven,
Rather than keep my sweet lust,
  And lose His own company.

I will trust in his word,
  Despite how great is my fault;
And the day and hour are accepted
  When I shall get my true release.

His promises are under a seal,
  Like some pure fountains
And which put out a clear stream,
  Across Salem's delightful land.

I will rejoice from afar off,
  On thinking about the day,
When the promise of great force comes
  And my weak soul comes free.

Almighty power and heavenly light
  Are in the words He said;
And every word that e'er He taught
  Will surely be fulfilled.

His words are sweet as honeycomb;
  His statutes, too, are given
To show the purity above,
  The holiness of heaven.

His promises are like the sun,
  Which never, never move;
And not a sentence shall be lost,
  But every jot He'll prove.





















Come, now, how we rejoice to think
  Of that sweet, happy day,
And of the promises fulfilled
  In holy, best array.