Am angau'r groes mae canu'n awr

Am angau'r groes mae canu'n awr,
  Bydd eto ganu mwy;
Pan gwrddo plant y gaethglud oll
  Mawr fydd eu canu hwy.

Dan bob cystuddiau fwy na mwy,
  Rhuadau cnawd a byd;
Mae nerth i'w gael mewn marwol glwy,
  I'w maeddu oll yn nghyd.

Trwy angau Crist daeth i ni hedd,
  A chymod yn ei waed;
A thrwy ei glwyfau dyfnion ef
  Caed inni lwyr iachâd.

Marwolaeth ein Gwaredwr mawr
  Sy'n fywyd pur i ni;
Fel gallwn roddi'r oll i lawr
  Yn gof am Galfari.

Pan ddelo llestri'r deml i gyd
  I Salem, fawr ei sôn.
'Fydd ofni dim; ond dyblu'r mawl
  Bydd pawb i Dduw a'r Oen.

gwelir:
  Boed dyoddefiadau pur y groes
  Mi dafla'm baich i lawr i gyd
  Wel f'enaid gorfoledda mwy
  Yn nyfnder profedigaeth ddu

For the death of the cross there is singing now,
  There will be again more singing;
When the children of the captivity all meet
  Great will be their singing.

Under every affliction more than more,
  The roarings of flesh and the world;
There is strength to get in a mortal wound,
  It clobbered altogether.

Through the death of Christ came peace to us,
  And reconciliation in his blood;
And through his deep wounds
  There is full salvation for us.

The death of our great Deliverer
  Is pure life to us;
Thus we can put all down
  In the memory of Calvary.

When the vessels of the temple all come
  To Salem, great his mention.
There will be no fear; but doubling the praise
  Will everyone be to God and the Lamb.