Mi deithiaf tua'r hyfryd wlad

Mi deithiaf tua'r hyfryd wlad,
  Er maint y rhwystrau sydd;
Yng ngair fy Nuw ymddiried wnaf -
  Caf nerth yn ôl y dydd.

Fe gododd llawer gelyn llym
  I brofi grym fy ffydd;
Methasant gael fy mhen i lawr -
  Ces nerth yn ôl y dydd!

Os gwaeth, gelynion eto ddaw
  I guro f'enaid prudd,
Nid ofnaf ddim, ymlaen mi af -
  Caf nerth yn ôl y dydd!

Pan ddelo angau, brenin braw,
  I ddryllio 'mhabell bridd,
Nid ofnaf rym
    y gelyn cas -
  Caf nerth yn ôl y dydd!

'N ôl cyrraedd bryniau Canaan draw,
  A'm traed yn gwbwl rydd,
Fy melys waith
    fydd moli mwy,
  Am, nerth yn ôl y dydd!

I am travelling towards the pleasant land,
  Despite how many obstacles there are;
In the word of my God I will trust -
  I will get strength for the day.

Many keen foes arose 
  To test the strength of my faith;
They failed to bring down my head -
  I got strength for the day.

If worse, enemies still come
  To strike my sad soul,
I will fear nothing, onwards I will go -
  I will get strength for the day!

When comes death, the king of terror
  To shatter my tent of soil,
I will not fear the force
    of the destable enemy
  I will get strength for the day!

After reaching yonder hills of Canaan,
  With my feet completely free,
My sweet work will be
    to praise henceforth,
  For, strength for the day!

A pilgrim to the pleasant Land