Gwaith Plant yn y Nef

Bydd y plant yn y nefoedd
    yn ddiwyd a llon,
  Yn clodfori a'u
      carodd mor rhad;
Rhed eu calon a'u meddwl
    yn gyson o hyd,
  Ar wrthrychau o fythol barhâd.

      Uwch gofidiau y byd,
      Mewn dedwyddyd o hyd,
    Bydd y plant yn gwas'naethu ein Duw;
      Yn ngororau y nef,
      O mor hyfryd eu gwedd,
    Yn wastadol was'naethu ein Duw.

Wrth dramwyo têg feusydd
    y Baradwys fry,
  Dan arweiniad y
      saint yn un côr;
Fe fydd gwersi newyddion
    i'w dysgu'n ddibaid,
  Am ddoethineb a chariad yr Iôr.

Pwy a wyr nad anfonir
    y plant ambell dro,
  Gan yr Iesu sy'n Fugail mor fwyn;
I weinyddu ymgeledd i'w
    wyn ar y llawr
  Neu o'u gofid i'r
      gwynfyd i'w dwyn.

The children in heaven shall be
    diligent and cheerful,
  Extolling one who loved
      them so graciously;
Their heart and their thought will run
    constantly always,
  On objects of everlasting endurance.

      Above the griefs of the world,
      In happiness always,
    The children shall be serving our God;
      In the regions of heaven,
      O how lovely their aspect,
    Constantly serving our God.

While traversing the fair fields
    of Paradise above,
  Under the leadership of the
      saints in the choir;
There shall be new lessons
    to learn unendingly,
  About the wisdom and love of the Lord.

Who knows whether the children
    shall be sent several times,
  By Jesus who is a Shepherd so gentle;
To minister help to his
    lambs on the earth
  Or from their grief to the
      blessedness to lead them.

There'll be something in heaven
    for children to do;
  None are idle in
      that blessed land.
There'll be loves for the hearts,
    there'll be thoughts for the mind, 
And employment for each little hand.

      There'll be something to do;
      There'll be something to do;
    There'll be something for children to do;
      On the bright shining shore,
      Where there's joy evermore,
    There'll be something for children to do.

There'll be lessons to learn
    of the wisdom of God,
  As they wander the
      green meadows o'er;
And they'll have for their teachers
     in that blest abode,
  All the good that have gone there before.

There'll be errands of love
    from the mansions above.
  To the dear ones that linger below;
And it may be our Father
    the children will send
  To be angels of
      mercy in woe.