Nesau, er gwae'r annuwiol,
  Mae dydd y cyfrif mawr;
Nesau, er bythol wynfyd
  I'r cyfiawn, mae bob awr:
I'r naill yn gyfiawn Farnwr,
  Pan ddelo'r tanllyd ddydd,
I'r llall yn llon Waredwr,
  Yr Oen fu farw fydd.

        Yr Oen,
      Yr Oen fu farw fydd.
    I'r llall yn llon Waredwr,
      Yr Oen fu farw fydd.

Mae cofio dydd y cyfrif,
  Yr hwn a ddaw cyn hir,
Yn uchel alw arnaf
  I lefain am y gwir;
Rwy'n ofni twyllo f'hunan -
  O Dduw! didwylla fi;
Nid oes a ddeil ei bwyso
  Ond gwaith Dy Yspryd Di.

        Ond gwaith,
      Ond gwaith Dy Yspryd Di,
    Nid oes a ddeil ei bwyso
      Ond gwaith Dy Yspryd Di.

Nesau, er er gwae rhai euog,
    mae'r dydd cymmylog mawr,
Cyfodir oll y meirw,
    sy'n bridd a lludw, o'r llawr;
  Trŷ'r oen yn llew dychrynllyd,
      pan ddelo'r tanllyd ddydd,
  A thirion Faban Bethl'em
      yn Farnwr mawr a fydd!

Canfyddir ar ei orsedd
    mewn mawiedd wir Fâb Mair,
Dau deulu'r byd didolir,
    dewisir â dau air:
  I fynu daw'r cyfiawnion,
      wrth wrando'n dirion - dewch!
  Rhaid i'r rhai diras cyndyn
      Oll deulu gydag - ewch!

Ar ddiwrnod mawr ofnadwy
  a dychrynadwy'n Iôr
Bydd daear yn ymrwygo,
  a mellt yu lleibio'r môr;
Y sêr, fel ffigys irion,
  yn cwympo i'r eigion mawr,
A'r dyn annuwiol ynfyd
  yn welw ei bryd yn awr!

Yr holl uchelfrig dyrau,
  a'r llysoedd têg eu gwawr,
A themlau'r difrifolion,
  ïe'r feithgron ddaear fawr;
Ac oll a'i hetifeddant
  a doddant mewn un dydd;
Mwy na ffug-adail breuddwyd,
  un rhith o'u hôl ni bydd!

Nesâu, er gwae'r annuwiol,
  Mae'r dydd diweddaf mawr;
Nesâu, er gwynfyd bythol
  I'r cyfiawn, mae bob awr:
I'r naill yn gyfiawn Farnwr,
  Pan ddelo'r tanllyd ddydd,
I'r llall yn llon Waredwr,
  Yr Oen fu farw fydd.

Y dydd y gwelir Iesu
  Ar orsedd fawr y nen,
Yr haul ni rydd oleuni,
  Fel gwaed â'r lleuad wen:
Holl ser y nef a syrthiant
  Fel mellt i'r eigion mawr;
Y môr ai donnau ruant,
  Ar dân bydd daear lawr.

Bydd myrdd o ryfeddodau
  Ar doriad bore wawr,
Pan ddelo plant y tonau
  Yn iach, o'r cystudd mawr,
Oll yn eu gynau gwynion,
  Ac ar eu newid wedd,
Yn debyg i eu HARGLWYDD
  Yn dôd i'r lan o'r bedd.

O Iesu, gwrando'n gweddi
  Tra paro dydd dy ras;
Rho'th wir adnabod ini
  Cyn llosgo'n lamp i maes:
Rho lwyr faddeuant pechod,
  Dy YSPRYD, a dy hedd;
Fel codom i'th gyfarfod
  Yn llawen iawn o'r bedd.

gwelir: Bydd myrdd o ryfeddodau

Nearing, for the woe of the guilty ones,
  Is the day of the great account;
Nearing, for great blessedness
  For the righteous, it is every hour:
To the one as a righteous Judge,
  When the fiery day comes,
To the other as a cheerful Deliverer,
  The Lamb who died he shall be.

        The Lamb,
      The Lamb who died he shall be
    To the other as a cheerful Deliverer,
      The Lamb who died he shall be.

Remembering the day of the account,
  The one that is coming before long,
Is a loud call upon me
  To cry out for the truth;
I am fearing deceiving myself -
  O God, make me see!
There is nothing that keeps its weight
  But the work of thy Spirit.

        But the work,
      But the work of thy Sprit,
    There is nothing that keeps its weight
      But the work of thy Spirit.

Nearing, for the woe of guilty ones,
  is the great cloudy day,
To be raised are all the dead, who are
  in soil and ashes, from the ground;
The lamb shall turn into a terrible lion,
  when the fiery day comes,
And the tender Baby of Bethlehem
  a great Judge shall be!

To be found on his throne
  in majesty is the true Son of Mary,
Two families of the world are to be separated,
  chosen with two words:
Up shall come the righteous,
  on hearing tenderly - come!
The graceless, stubborn ones must
  all leave with - go!

On the great, terrible and fearsome
  day of the Lord
The earth shall rend,
  and lightening swallow the sea;
The stars, like fresh figs,
  falling into the great ocean,
And the ungodly, foolish
  seeing his time now!

All the haughty towers,
  and the courts of fair brightness,
And the temples of the solemn ones,
  yes, the vast round earth;
And all they shall inherit
  and put in one day;
Any more than a folly of a dream,
  not one illusion shall remain.

Nearing, for the woe of the ungodly,
  Is the great last day;
Nearing, for everlasting blessedness
  For the righteous, it is every hour:
To the one as righteous Judge,
  When ever the fiery day come,
To the other as cheerful Deliverer,
  The Lamb who was dead shall be.

The day Jesus is to be seen
  On the great throne of the sky,
The sun will not give light,
  Like blood will go the white moon:
All the stars of heaven shall fall
  Like lightning into the great ocean;
The sea and its waves shall roar,
  On fire shall be the earth below.

There will be a myriad of wonders
  At the break of the morrow's dawn,
When the children of the waves come
  Saved from the great tribulation,
All in their white robes
  And transfigured,
Like unto their LORD
  Coming up from the grave.

O Jesus, listen to our prayer
  While ever the day of thy grace endures;
Grant us true knowledge of thee
  Before the lamp burns out:
Grant complete forgiveness of sin,
  Thy SPIRIT, and thy peace;
Thus shall we rise to meet thee
  Very joyfully from the grave.