Am bur efengyl hedd a gras

Am bur efengyl hedd a gras,
O! gorfoledded daear lâs;
  Yn hon mae cyfoeth
      can' mil gwell
  Nâ holl drysorau'r India bell.

Gair gweinidogaeth bywyd yw,
A'i nerth sy'n codi'r marw'n fyw;
  O! caned daearodion byth
  Am yr efengyl lân ddilyth.

For the pure gospel of peace and grace,
O let the blue-green earth rejoice!
  In this is wealth
      a hundred thousand times better
  Than all the treasures of distant Inda.

The word of the ministry of life it is,
And its strength raises the dead alive;
  O let earthlings sing forever
  About the gospel unfailingly.