Gwyn fyd y pur o galon

Gwyn fyd y pur o galon,
  Can's hwy a welant Dduw;
Eu corph fel teml sancteiddlân,
  Sy' drigfan iddo i fyw;
Can's Crist a ddaeth o'i wirfodd,
  O blith y nefol lu,
I drigo gyda dynion,
  A'u dwyn i'r nefoedd fry.


O! Arglwydd, trwy dy Ysbryd,
  Pabella yn ein plith;
Disgyned gras y nefoedd,
  Doed arnom fel y gwlith:
Rho in' dy bresennoldeb,
  Glanhâ 'n calonau ni,
Addasa ni'n wastadol
  I drigo gyda Thi.

Blessed are the pure in heart,
  Since they shall see God;
Their body like a holy temple,
  Is the residence for him to live in;
Since Christ came voluntarily,
  From the midst of the heavenly host,
To dwell with men,
  And bring them to heaven above.


O Lord, through thy Spirit,
  Camp amongst us;
May the grace of heaven descend,
  May it be upon us like the dew:
Give us thy presence,
  Cleanse our hearts,
Make us fit constantly
  To dwell with Thee.

Blest are the pure in heart,
  For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs;
  Their soul is Christ's abode.

The Lord, who left the heavens
  Our life and peace to bring,
To dwell in lowliness with men
  Their pattern and their king.

Still to the lowly soul
  He doth Himself impart;
And for His cradle and His throne
  Chooseth the pure in heart.

Lord, we Thy presence seek;
 May ours this blessing be;
Give us a pure and lowly heart,
  A temple meet for Thee.