O Seion fryn y daeth Duw Naf,
  Hon sydd berffeithiaf ddinas,
Mewn tegwch a goleuni mawr,
  A llewyrch gwawr o'i gwmpas.

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

Dy oglud dod ar Dduw yn drwm,
  A thâl yr offrwm penaf;
Cân ei fawl ef, a dod ar led
  D'adduned i'r Goruchaf.

gwelir: O cesglwch ataf fi fy saint

From Zion hill came God the Lord,
  This is the most perfect city,
In great loveliness and light,
  With the radiance of dawn around it.

Oh, gather ye to me my saints,
  Those, through beautiful freedom,
Who make terms with me,
  And bind her through sacrifice.

Thy dependence put on God heavily,
  And pay the chief offering;
Sing his praise, and present openly
  Thy vow to the Most High.