Pan ddisgynnaist gynt i drigo
  Gyda dynion, Arglwydd glân,
Ti ddanfonaist dy Cenhadwr
  I bar'tôi dy ffordd o'th flaen;
    Dyro heddiw
  I'th genhadon gyfryw ras.

Caniatâ i'th weinidogion,
  Goruchwylwyr da dy dŷ,
Lwyr arloesi ffordd it eto
  I galonnau myrdd di-ri';
    Trwy droi'r cyndyn
  I ddoethineb pur dy Saint.

Yna ar dy ail Ddyfodiad
  I iawn farnu dynol-ryw,
Caffer ninnau'n gymeradwy
  Yn dy olwg di, ein Duw,
    Trwy ryglyddon
  Dy ddioddefaint ar y Groes.

Boed i'r Iesu yn ei Adfent,
  Glod a moliant, parch a bri,
Gyda'r Tad a'r Sanctaidd Ysbryd,
  Heb wahân yn Un a Thri;
    Byth heb diwedd,
  Fel o'r dechrau, seinia'u clod.

When thou didst descend before to dwell
  With men, holy Lord,
Thou didst send thy Emissary
  To prepare thy way before thee;
    Grant today
  To thy emissaries a like grace.

Allow thy ministers,
  The good overseers of thy house,
Completely to pioneer a way for thee again
  To hearten an innumerable myriad;
    Through turning the stubborn
  To the pure wisdom of thy Saints.

Then on thy second Coming
  To rightly judge human-kind,
That we get ourselves acceptable
  In thy sight, our God,
    Through the merits
  Of thy suffering  on the Cross.

Let there be to Jesus in his Advent,
  Praise and worship, reverence and honour,
With the Father and the Holy Spirit,
  Without division as One and Three;
    Forever without end,
  As from the beginning, sound their praise.