Mae'r faner fawr ym mlaen,
    Efengyl Nef yw hon;
  Mae uffern lawn o dân,
    Yn crynu ger ei bron;
Hi gwymp, hi gwymp, er maint ei grym,
O flaen fy Iesu 'dyw hi ddim.

  Fe bwysa hoelion dur,
    Fe bwysa coron ddrain
  Ar ben Tywysog nef,
    Euogrwydd mwya' rhai'n:
Rhyfeddod yw, dewch gwelwch hyn,
Y mwyaf du yn fwyaf gwyn.

  Caned a welodd wawr
    Yn codi o'r t'wyllwch du;
  Caned a brofodd flas
    Grawnsypiau'r Ganaan fry;
Ni ddown, ni ddown, i Seion fryn,
Er maint yr holl anialwch hyn.

  Na lwfrhaed ein ffydd;
    Mae'n ffydd fel colofn dân
  A blanodd Brenin nef
    I'n harwain yn y blaen;
Mi wela'r wlad, mi ga'i mwynhau,
Lle pery'm hedd
      heb dranc na thrai.

  O! ffynnon fawr o hedd,
    O! anchwiliadwy fôr,
  Sy'n cynnwys ynddo'i hun
    Ryw annherfynol stôr;
Ti bia'r clod; wel cymmer ef,
Trwy'r ddaear, uffern fawr, a'r nef.

gwelir: Caned a welodd y wawr

  The great flag is ahead,
    The Gospel of Heaven is this;
  Hell full of fire, is
    Trembling before him;
It falls, it falls, despite its force,
Before my Jesus it is nothing.

  Steel nails press,
    A crown of thorns presses
  On the head of the Prince of heaven,
    The guilt of the greatest ones:
Amazing it is, come ye see this,
The most black being the most white.

  Let them sing who saw the dawn
    Rising from the black darkness;
  Let them sing who experienced a taste
    Of the grape-clusters of the Canaan above;
We will come, we will come, to Zion hill,
Despite the extent of all this wilderness.

  Let our faith not be disheartened;
    Our faith is like a pillar of fire
  Which the King of Heaven planted
    To lead us forwards;
I will see the land, I will get to enjoy it,
Where my peace will endure
      without dying or ebbing.

  O great well of peace,
    O unsearchable sea,
  Which is included in itself
    Some unending store;
To thee belongs the praise; now take it,
Throughout the earth, great hell, and heaven.

  The standard is ahead,
    The gospel of His grace:
  And hell is filled with dread,
    And shakes before His face
Down! down! with shame it shall be brought,
Before my Jesus it is nought.

  The blood of Jesu's cross
    Was never shed in vain;
  There is not any loss
    Of His most precious pain:
This is the great, the finished plan
To open heaven's door for man.

  Great hosts from prisons free
    Already have marched on,
  And great their joy must be
    To know the day is won:
From strife and toil on high they fled,
And in their footsteps we must tread.

  Leave we the world behind,
    The world that made us smart,
  The world, of evil mind
    Each day to break our heart:
Between the stars behold the light
Of that far better
      world in sight!

  Let all bow down and own
    The sacrificèd Lamb!
  Among all titles known
    His is the greatest name:
Praise, laud, and blessing to our Lord,
Let Him be evermore adored!