Dyma'r dyddiau wedi gwawrio

Dyma'r dyddiau wedi gwawrio,
  Clywir llais
      yr udgorn mawr;
Llais efengyl
    fwyn yn seinio,
  Dros holl barthau daear lawr:
Y mae'r swper heddyw'n barod,
  Allan aed cenhadon hedd,
A chymheller pawb i ddyfod;
  Mae cyflawnder yn y wledd.

Rheded afon iachawdwriaeth
  I ardaloedd pella'r byd;
Llifed dros bob anial diffaith,
  I ffrwythloni'r rhai'n i gyd:
Trigfa dreigiau a'u gorweddfa,
  Dont yn gyfle cyrs a brwyn;
A'r bwystfilod fu'n dyfetha,
  Gwelir hwythau fel yi wyn.

Mae'r cynhauaf yn addfedu,
  Yn mhob ardal īs y nef;
Ac fe gesglir llafur Iesu,
  Gwerthfawr ffrwyth ei angeu ef:
Arglwydd, anfon weithwyr allan,
  I bob cwr o'r ddaear faith;
Ti gei'r enw oll dy hunan,
  Am bob llwyddiant yn y gwaith.

Dyma'r dyddiau wedi gwawrio,
  Clywir llais
      yr udgorn mawr -
Llais efengyl
    fwyn yn seinio
  Dros holl barthau daear lawr:
Mae y swper heddyw'n barod;
  Allan aed cenhadon hedd,
A chymheller pawb i ddyfod -
  Mae cyflawnder yn y wledd.

Clywch yr udgorn fel mae'n seinio,
  Uchel iawn trwy'r byd mae'i lef;
Iesu Grist sy'n galw trwyddo,
  Bechaduriaid ato Ef;
Doed y byd i gyd i'w garu,
  Llwyr orchfygu wnelo Ef;
Tyred, Arglwydd! i deyrnasu
  Ar bob enaid dan y nef.

gwelir:
  Clywch yr udgorn fel mae'n seinio
  Mae'r cynhauaf yn addfedu
  Wele draed yr efengylwyr

Behold the days have dawned,
  When the voice of the great
      trumpet is to be heard;
The voice of the comforting
    gospel sounding,
  Over all the regions of the earth below:
the supper today is ready,
  Out let the emissaries of peace go,
And to be compelled is everyone to come;
  There is fullness in the feast.

Let the river of salvation run
  To the most distant districts of the world;
Let it flow over every unfruitful desert,
  To make all those fruitful:
The dwelling of dragons and their lair,
  Shall become a place of reeds and shrubs;
And the beasts that were destroying,
  They are to be seen like the lambs.

The harvest is maturing,
  In every district under heaven;
And to be gathered is the labour of Jesus,
  The precious fruit of his death:
Lord, send workers out,
  To every corner of the vast earth;
Thou shalt get the name all thyself,
  For every success in the work.

Behold the days have dawned,
  When the voice of the great trumpet
      is to be heard -
The voice of the comforting
    gospel sounding
  Across all the regions of the earth below:
The supper today is ready;
  Out let the emissaries of peace go,
And to be compelled is everyone to come -
  There is fullness in the feast.

Hear ye the trumpet as it is sounding,
  Very loud throughout the world is its cry;
Jesus Christ is calling through it,
  Sinners unto Him;
Let all the world come to love him,
  Completely triumph that He do;
Come, Lord, to reign
  Over every soul under heaven!