Llais mwyn y Bugail Da

Llais mwyn y Bugail Da
  A rydd i'm hedd di-lyth;
'Does delyn yn y nef all wneud
  Peroriaeth gystal fyth.

Adnebydd Ef ei braidd,
  Mae'r defaid yn ei law;
Cânt oll feddiannu bywyd pur
  Yn nhragwyddoldeb draw.

Ânt pawb o nerth i nerth
  Nes cyrraedd Seion lân;
Gogoniant pur gorona'u pen,
  Tragwyddol fydd eu cân.

The gentle voice of the good Shepherd
  Will gives me peace unfailing;
There is no harp in heaven which can make
  Sweet music as good ever.

He knows his flock,
  The sheep in his hand;
They can all get to possess a pure life
  In eternity yonder.

They all go from strength to strength
  Until reaching holy Zion;
Pure glory will crown their head,
  Eternal will be their song.