Yn nhawel wlad Jiwdea/Jwdea dlos

Yn nhawel wlad Jwdea dlos
  Yr oedd bygeiliaid glân
Yn aros yn y maes liw nos
  I wylio'u defaid mân:
Proffwydol gerddi Seion gu
  Gydganent ar y llawr
I ysgafnhau y gyfnos ddu,
  Gan ddisgwyl toriad gwawr.

Ar amnaid o'r uchelder fry
  Dynesai angel gwyn,
A safai 'nghanol golau gylch
  O flaen eu llygaid syn:
Dywedai, "Dwyn newyddion da
  Yr wyf, i dynol-ryw;
Fe anwyd i chwi Geidwad rhad,
  Sef Crist yr Arglwydd Dduw."

Ac ebrwydd unai nefol lu
  Mewn hyfryd gytgan bêr
Nes seiniai moliant ar bob tu
  O'r ddaear hyd y sêr:
"Gogoniant yn y nefoedd fry
  I Dduw'r goruchaf Un,
Tangnefedd ar y ddaear ddu,
  Ewyllys da i ddyn."

Rhoed newydd dant yn nhelyn nef
  Pan anwyd Iesu Grist,
A thelyn aur o lawen dôn
  Yn llaw pechadur trist:
Telynau'r nef sy'n canu nawr,
  "Ewyllys da i ddyn,"
A chaned holl delynau'r llawr
  Ogoniant Duw'n gytûn.

In the pretty, quiet land of Judea
  The holy shepherds were
Staying in the field at night
  To watch their small sheep:
The prophetic songs of dear Zion
  They sang on the ground
To lighten the black evening,
  While waiting for the break of dawn.

On a signal from the height above
  A white angel descended,
And stood in the middle of a circle of light
  Before their surprised eyes:
Saying, "Bringing good news
  I am, to human-kind;
Born to you is a gracious Saviour,
  Namely Christ the Lord God."

And suddenly a heavenly host joined
  In a delightful, sweet chorus
Until praise sounded on every side
  From the earth upto the stars:
"Glory in the heavens above
  To God the supreme One,
Peace on the black earth,
  Good will to man."

He put a new string on heaven's harp
  When Jesus Christ was born,
And a golden harp of joyful tune
  In the hand of a sad sinner:
The harps of heaven are playing now,
  "Good will to man,"
And let all the harps of earth play
  God's glory in agreement.