O Iesu'r Bugail da

  O Iesu'r Bugail da,
    Fu'n dyodde' ar y gro's,
  Fy enaid brefu wna
    Am danat hanner nos:
Fy nghalon friw, yn ddeffro ca',
I'mddiddan â f'Anwylyd gwiw.

  Tyr'd arwain fi'n y blaen,
    Nes myn'd i ben fy nhaith,
  Er dyfroedd mawr a thân,
    Nertha fi orphennu'm gwaith;
Fy ffyddlon Ffrynd moes im' dy law,
I'r Ganaan draw gad i mi fyn'd.

  F'Anwylyd gwel' fy mod,
    Oddi wrth fy ngartre' mhell,
  Hiraethu'r wyf am dd'od,
    O fewn i'r wlad sydd well;
'Rw'i yma'n byw mewn anial dir,
Ar oriau'n hir heb wel'd fy Nuw.

  Ys truan wyf pa fodd
    'Arosaf îs y nen?
  F'anwylyd Iesu ffodd
    I mewn i'r nefoedd wen:
O d'wed pa bryd ca' finnau fod
Yn canu clod yn Seion glyd.

  O Jesus the good shepherd,
    Who suffered on the cross,
  My soul shall bleat
    For thee at midnight:
My bruised soul, awake shall get,
To converse with my worthy Beloved.

  Come lead me onwards,
    Until going to my journey's end,
  Despite great waters and fire,
    Strengthen me to finish my work;
My faithful Friend give me thy hand,
To yonder Canaan let me go.

  My Beloved, see that I am
    Far away from my home,
  Longing I am to come
    Within the land that is better;
I am here living in a desert land,
For long hours without seeing my God.

  Indeed a wretch I am, how
    Shall I remain below the sky?
  My beloved Jesus fled
    Into the bright heavens:
O tell when I too may be
Singing praise in secure Zion.