O mor felys yw'r efengyl

O mor felys yw'r efengyl!
  Mae'n mynegu'n symyl iawn,
Iachawdwriaeth pechaduriaid -
  Taen ar led y tir yn llawn:
Fel corn arian yn cyhoeddi,
  Blwyddyn Jubili i'r wlad,
Mae yn galw pawb i dderbyn
  Gwerthfawr iachawdwriaeth rad.

Mae anogaeth gref i'r caethion,
  Caiff y cleifion eu hiachau:
Wele'r etifeddiaeth gyflawn
  Wedi cael ei llwyr ryddhau!
Clyw yn awr yr Ysbryd geirwir,
  O! bechadur truan trist!
Yn dy alw tan dy ddolur,
  Gyda chroesaw'n daer at Grist.

O how sweet is the gospel!
  It is expressing very simply,
The salvation of sinners -
  Spread abroad the land fully:
Like a silver trumpet announcing,
  The year of Jubilee to the country,
It is calling everyone to receive
  A precious, free salvation.

There is a strong urging for the captives,
  The wounded may get healed:
See the full inheritance
  Having been completely freed!
Hear now the truthful Spirit,
  O wretched, sad sinner!
In thy call under thy hurt,
  With an intense welcome to Christ.