Pererin wy'n y byd

Pererin wy'n y byd,
  Ac alltud ar fy hynt,
Sy'n ceisio dilyn ôl y praidd -
  Y tadau sanctaidd gynt;
I 'mofyn gwlad sy well,
  Er 'mod i mhell yn ôl,
Twry gymorth gras, ymlaen mi af,
  Dilynaf innau'u hôl.

Os rhaid ymdrechu dro,
  Milwrio a chario'r groes,
A mynd dan wawd a gwg y byd,
  Dros ennyd fer fy oes;
Caf goron gyda'r saint,
  Tragwyddol fraint sy'n ôl;
Twry gymorth gras, ymlaen mi af,
  Dilynaf innau'u hôl.

A pilgrim am I in the world,
  And an alien on my course,
Who is trying to follow the flock -
  The holy fathers of old;
To seek the land which is better,
  Although I am far behind,
Through the help of grace, forward I will go,
  I myself will follow behind them.

If I have to strive for a while,
  I will soldier and carry the cross,
And go under the scorn and frown of the world,
  Over the brief moment of my lifespan;
I will have a crown with the saints,
  An eternal privilege is left;
Through the help of grace, forward I will go,
  I myself will follow behind them.