Arglwydd y Sabbath, erglyw'n llef,
  'Nawr ar dy ddydd, o fewn dy dŷ:
Doed ein caniadau llesg i'r nef,
  O'r anial fyd,
      fel ebyrth cu.

Carwn Sabbathau'n hanwyl Dduw;
  Ond fry, gorphwysfa
      hoffach sy';
At hon y cyrcha'n henaid byw,
  Mewn gwresog ddymuniadau cry'.

Mor ddedwydd ydyw'r dyrfa lân,
  Heb bechod yn ei phlith na phoen;
Na dim och'neidiau'n rhwystro'r gân,
  A seiniant byth
      i Dduw a'r Oen.

Rho ar dy waith neillduol flas,
  A phrawf o'th
      wenau hyfryd iawn;
Yna, 'nol gado
      temlau'th ras,
  Yn nef y nefoedd trigo gawn.

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Arglwydd y Saboth, gwrando'n llef
  'N awr ar dy ddydd, o fewn dy dŷ;
Doed ein caniadau llesg i'r nef
  O'r anial fyd,
      fel ebyrth cu.

Cawn yma rai Sabothau gwiw,
  Ond fry gorffwysfa hoffach gawn;
At hon boed tynfa
    f'enaid byw
  Mewn dymuniadau gwresog iawn.

Mor ddedwydd yw y dyrfa lân, 
  Heb yn eu plith
      na phla na phoen;
Nac yno ddim i rwystro'r gân
  A seiniant byth
      i Dduw a'r Oen.

Lord of the Sabbath, listen to our cry
  Now on thy day, within thy house;
May our feeble songs come to heaven
  From the desert world,
      like a dear sacrifices.

We love the Sabbaths of our beloved God;
  But above, there is a
      lovelier resting place;
To this our living soul sets off,
  With strong, warm desires.

How happy is the holy throng,
  Without sin among it nor pain;
Nor any groanings impeding the song,
  And they sound forever
      to God and the Lamb.

Give to thy work a particular taste,
  And an experience of thy
      very delightful smiles;
Then, after leaving the
    temples of thy grace,
  In the heaven of heaven we may dwell.

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Lord of the Sabbath, hear our cry
  Now on thy day, within thy house;
May our feeble songs come to heaven
  From the desert word,
      like dear sacrifices.

We get here some worthy Sabbaths,
  But above more lovely rest we will get;
To this let there be a drawing
    of my living soul
  In very warm desires.

How happy is the holy throng,
  Without in their midst
      either plague or pain;
Nor there anything to obstruct the song
  Which they sound forever
      to God and the Lamb.

Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray,
In this Your house, on this Your day;
  And own, as grateful sacrifice,
  The songs which from Your temple rise.

Your earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
  To that our labouring souls aspire
  With ardent hope and strong desire.

In Your blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
  No sighs shall mingle with the songs
  Resounding from immortal tongues.

No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
  No midnight shade, no waning moon,
  But sacred, high, eternal noon.

O long expected day, begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!
  Break, morn of God, upon our eyes;
  And let the world’s true Sun arise!

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Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray,
In this Your house, on this Your day;
  And own, as grateful sacrifice,
  The songs which from
      Your temple rise.

Your earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
  To that our labouring
      souls aspire
  With ardent hope and strong desire.

In Your blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal
    trouble free;
  No sighs shall mingle with the songs
  Resounding from
      immortal tongues.