O cesglwch ataf fi fy saint

O! cesglwch ataf fi fy saint,
  Y rhai, drwy ryddfraint brydferth,
A wnaethant ammod â myfi,
  A'i rhwymo hi drwy aberth.

A phan ddangoso mintai nef,
  Ei farnu ef yn union;
Sef Duw fydd yn barnu ei hun,
  Yr unig Gun sydd gyfion.

Mewn trallod, galw arnaf fi,
  A dof i ti'n Waredydd;
Yna y ceni i mi glod,
  Am droi y rhod mor ddedwydd.

Yr hwn abertho i mi fawl,
  Yw'r sawl a'm gogonedd;
I'r neb a drefno'i ffordd yn wiw,
  Gwir iechyd Duw a ddysga'.

gwelir:
  O fryn Sïon y daeth Duw Naf
  O Seion fryn y daeth Duw Naf

O gather ye to me my saints,
  Those, through a beautiful privilege,
Who make an agreement with me,
  And bind it through sacrifice.

And when the cohort of heaven shows,
  His judging directly;
That is God shall himself judge,
  The only Dear one who is righteous.

In trouble, call thou upon me,
  And I will come to thee as a Deliverer;
Then thou shalt sing to me acclaim,
  For turning the sky so happily.

He who sacrifices to me praise,
  Is such as glorify me;
Anyone who arranges his way worthily,
  The true health of God shall learn.