'Nawr gallwn blygu wrth draed yr Ion

'Nawr gallwn blygu_wrth draed yr Ion,
  Anturio'n ëon ato;
Nid oes un cerub yn y lle
  A thanllyd gleddau'n rhwystro.

Heddychol byrth dedwyddwch nef
  Gan ei Fab ef agorwyd;
Dyrchafwn fawl â llafar dôn,
  Hyd orsedd Ion heb arswyd.

gwelir: Rhan I - Dewch codwn fyny i'r nef uwch ben

Now let us bow at the Lord's feet,
  And venture boldly to him;
There is no cherub in the place
  With flaming swords to obstruct us.

The peaceable gates of heaven's happiness
  By his Son were opened;
Let us lift up praise with a vocal tune,
  To the Lord's throne without terror.

Now we may bow before his feet,
  And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards His seat,
  Nor double-flaming sword.

The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss
  Are opened by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise,
  And reach th'almighty throne.