Mae dyddiau griddfan i mi'n hir,
  Caethiwed Babel fawr;
O na chawn deimlo'r Jubil fwyn,
  Yn agor dorau'r wawr.

Tybygwn, pe b'ai nhraed yn rhydd
  O'r blin gaethiwed hyn,
Na wnawn ond canu moliant byth
  Am ras Calfaria fryn.

The days of groaning are long for me,
  The captivity of great Babel;
O that I may feel the gentle Jubilee,
  Opening the doors of the dawn.

I suppose, if my feet were free
  From this captive grief,
I would do nothing but sing praise forever
  For the grace of Calvary hill.