Pan [fwy'n / yn] cerdded drwy'r cysgodion

Pan fwy'n cerdded drwy'r cysgodion,
  Pwyso ar dy air a wnaf,
Ac er gwaethaf fy amheuon
  Buddugoliaeth gyflawn gaf.

Dim ond imi dawel aros
  Golau geir ar bethau cudd;
Melys fydd trallodion hirnos
  Pan geir arnynt olau'r dydd.

Ac os egwan yw fy llygad,
  Digon i mi gofio hyn:
Hollalluog yw dy gariad,
  Fe wnâ bopeth fel y mỳn.

Meddwl purach, llawnach golau,
  Bywyd wedi mynd yn rhydd;
Pan ddêl hynny mi gaf finnau
  Wybod gwerth y pethau cudd.

When I am walking through the shadows,
  Lean upon thy word I shall,
And despite my doubts
  Complete victory I shall obtain.

Only for me quietly to wait
  Light to find upon hidden things;
Sweet shall be the long night troubles
  When is found upon them the light of day.

And if weak is my eye,
  Sufficient for me to remember this:
Almighty is thy love,
  It shall do everything as it will.

Purer thought, fuller light,
  Life having gone free;
When this comes I shall have
  Knowledge of the worth of hidden things.

Mid shadows dim in thee I trust