Ym mhell yr y'm o dŷ ein Tad

Ym mhell yr y'm o dŷ ein Tad, -
  Mewn anial dir yn byw, -
Ym mhell o'r lawen Gana'n wlad,
  A'i ffrwythau têg eu rhyw:

O dan y pwn, o dan y gwres,
  Yn ochain yma'n flin;
Ond daw yr awr
    y byddwn nes
  I'r ffynnon hoff ei rhin.

Fe dderfydd poen, mae'n ffol tristâu,
  Fe dderfydd pob rhyw gur, -
Ar fyr cawn weled a mwynhâu
  Y wlad o wynfyd pur.

O rhodiwn yn y golau glân,
  Y deddfau roes ein Duw;
A daw y dydd o fythol gân,
  Ar dir gorfoledd gwiw.

Fel gweision gwir i Grist, ein Pen,
  O ffown rhag pechod cas;
A chawn o fewn y nefoedd wen,
  Ar fyr glodfori'i ras.

Cawn yno wisg
    mor hardd â'r wawr,
  A thelyn hoff ei llais:
A chanfod y Jehofa mawr,
  A therfyn ar bob trais.

Far we are from our Father's house, -
  In a desert territory living, -
Far from the joyful Canaan land,
  And its fruits of a fair kind:

Under the load, under the heat,
  Groaning here wearily;
But the hour is coming
    when we will be nearer
  To the well of fond virtue.

Pain will vanish, it is foolish to be sad,
  Every kind of ache will vanish, -
Soon we will get to see and enjoy
  The land of pure bliss.

Oh let us walk in the pure light,
  The laws our God gave;
And the day of eternal song will come,
  On a territory of worthy rejoicing.

Like the true servants to Christ, our Head,
  Oh let us flee from detestable sin;
And we will get within the blessed heavens,
  Shortly to extol his grace.

We will get there clothing
    as beautiful as the dawn,
  And a harp of a fond voice:
And find the great Jehovah,
  And an end to every oppression.