Amser amser sy'n fy ngadael

Amser, amser sy'n fy ngadael,
  Tynu'r wyf at ben y daith,
Beth sydd genyf yn fy ngafael
  Erbyn tragwyddolfyd maith;
Caf olygfa dra dyeithriol
  Cyn bo hir ar fythol fyd,
O boed nerthoedd gras ysbrydol,
  Yn fy arwain ar bob pryd.

Gwenu wnaf ar angeu creulon,
  Ond cael 'nabod
      Iesu a'i ras,
Yn teyrnasu ar fy nghalon,
  Tra bwyf ar y ddaear las;
Ac wrth fyn'd trwy
    rydiau'r afon,
  Bydd y llusern yn fy llaw,
Bloeddio wnaf yn ddigon eon -
  Buddugoliaeth sydd ger llaw.

Time, time is leaving me,
  Drawing I am towards my journey's end,
What do I have holding me back
  From a vast eternal world?
I shall have a view so strange
  Before long upon an everlasting world,
O may the spiritual forces of grace,
  Be leading me on every occasion.

Smile I shall upon cruel death,
  If only I get to recognize
      Jesus and his grace,
Reigning over my heart,
  While ever I live on the green earth;
And while going through
    the fords of the river,
  There shall be a lantern in my hand,
Shout I shall sufficiently boldly -
  Victory is at hand!