Llwyddiant yr Ysgol Sabbothol

    Hen bobl i ganmol eu Beiblau,
      Gan edrych trwy ddrychau a ddaw,
    Babanod rai braidd ar y bronau,
      A welir a'u
          llyfrau'n eu llaw.

Mae nerthoedd pyrth
    uffern mewn dychryn,
  A'r gelyn a'i fyddin mewn llid -
Wrth wel'd fod yr Ysgol Sabbothol,
  Yn ennill holl bobl y byd. 

    Hen bobl i ganmol eu Beiblau,
      Gan edrych trwy ddrychau a ddaw,
    Babanod rai braidd ar y bronau,
      A welir a'u
          llyfrau'n eu llaw.

O parchwn yr Ysgol Sabbothol,
  Mantesio, tragwyddol ei gwerth,
I blygu rhai cyndyn yn ufudd,
  Duw, anfon o'r newydd dy nerth.

    Hen bobl i ganmol eu Beiblau,
      Gan edrych trwy ddrychau a ddaw,
    Babanod rai braidd ar y bronau,
      A welir a'u
          llyfrau'n eu llaw.

    Old people to extol their Bibles,
      While looking through things to come,
    Babies those almost at the breasts,
      Are to be seen with their
          books in their hand.

The strengths of the gates of hell
    are in terror,
  And the enemy and his army in wrath -
On seeing that the Sunday School is
  Winning all the people of the world.

    Old people to extol their Bibles,
      While looking through things to come,
    Babies those almost at the breasts,
      Are to be seen with their
          books in their hand.

O let us revere the Sunday School,
  To take advantage, eternal its worth,
To bend stubborn ones obediently,
  God, send anew thy strength.

    Old people to extol their Bibles,
      While looking through things to come,
    Babies those almost at the breasts,
      Are to be seen with their
          books in their hand.