Y rhai a gasglodd Duw ynghyd

Y rhai a gasglodd Duw ynghyd,
  O eitha'r byd
      a'i gyrau;
O dir y dwyrain, mewn mawr hedd,
  Gorllewin, gogledd, deheu.

Rhai o bob man,
    rhai o bob iaith,
  Cenhedloedd maith ac achau;
Yn ddoeth yn ffol, fe'u dygodd Duw
  'Ngyd o bob rhyw gyflyrau.

Trwy yr anialwch wyrdraws hynt,
  Y buont gynt yn crwydro;
Allan o'r ffordd, heb dref na llan,
  Lle caent hwy fan i drigo.

Digysur iawn flynyddau hir,
  Mewn crâs dir anghynnefin;
Bob pryd mewn ofn mawr a braw,
  Rhag cwympo'n llaw eu gelyn.

Yn 'mofyn am yr hyfryd wlad,
  Tir Gilead, yr hen Eden;
A'u tyb o hyd eu bod gerllaw,
  I'r ochr draw'r Iorddonen.

Mewn ofn mawr, dan Sinai lym,
  Demhestlog heb ddim heddwch;
Tarth, tân, a mŵg, echrydus bla,
  Sain udgorn a thywyllwch.

Mewn newyn mawr a syched tyn,
  A'u henaid yn llewygu;
Oll i anobaith yn mron myn'd,
  Heb ganthynt ffrynd i'w helpu.

Yn yfed dyfroedd llwyd o'r llyn,
  Yn ngwresog ddyffryn Bacca;
Yn gorfod yfed, nid o'u bodd,
  O chwerwon ddyfroedd Mara.

Gwaedasant ar yr Arglwydd nef,
  Yn eu cyfyngder enbyd;
Am gael eu dwyn cyn dyddiau hir,
  I mewn i dir 'r addewid.

Yna eu gwared hwynt a wnaeth,
  O'u holl orthrym-gaeth foddion;
'Rhyd yr iawn ffordd
    fe'u dyg mewn hedd,
  I dref gyfannedd dirion.

Gostegodd d'ranau Sinai draw,
  Yr ysbryd, braw, a'r ofnau;
Daeth â hwy i Sion deg i fyw,
  At Iesu gwiw a'i glwyfau.

Iorddonen wyllt fe drodd yn ol,
  Gwynai'i gro fel
      doldir Canaan;
Nes daeth pob gwan, a llesg, a llaith,
  Trwy'r dyfroedd maith eu hunain.

Eu poen a'u gwae yn felus trodd,
  Oedd megis dyfroedd Mara;
'Nawr bwytta maent foreu a nawn,
  O sypiau'r grawn a'r manna.

gwelir:
  Clodforwch bawb ein Harglwydd Dduw
  Pan ballo ffafor pawb a'i hedd
  Rhaid imi gael pob gras pob dawn
  Sancteiddrwydd im' yw'r Oen di-nàm
  Mewn newyn mawr a syched tyn

Those whom God gathered together,
  From the extremity of the world
      and its corners;
From the land of the east, in great peace,
  East, north, south.

Some from everywhere,
    some from every language,
  Vast generations and lineages;
Wise, foolish, God brought them
  Together from all kinds of condition.

Through the desert on a convoluted course,
  They were once wandering;
Out of the way, without town or enclosure,
  Where they had a place to dwell.

Very uncomfortable for long years,
  In an unfamiliar parched land;
Always in great fear and terror,
  Of falling into the hand of their enemy.

Asking for the delightful country,
  The land of Gilead, the old Eden;
And likely always to be close by,
  To the far side of the Jordan.

In great fear, under bare, tempestuous
  Sinai without any peach;
Fog, fire, and smoke, a terrible plague,
  The sound of the trumpet and darkness.

In great hunger and tight thirst,
  With their soul fainting;
All to hopelessness about to go,
  Without a friend to help them.

Drinking the grey waters from the lake,
  In the heat of the vale of Bacca;
Having to drink, not voluntarily,
  Of the bitter waters of Mara.

The called upon the Lord of heaven,
  In their desperate strait;
To be brought before long days,
  Into the land of the promise.

Then deliver them he did,
  From all their captive oppressions;
Along the right way
    he brought them in peace,
  To the settled town of lands.

The thunders of yonder Sinai he subdued,
  The spirit, terror, and the fears;
He brought them to fair Zion to live,
  To worthy Jesus and his wounds.

Wild Jordan he turned back,
  He would make its gravel like
      the meadowland of Canaan;
Until every weak, feeble and delicate one,
  Came through the vast waters themselves.

Their pain and their woe he turned sweet,
  That were like the waters of Mara;
Now eating they are morning and afternoon,
  From the grape-clusters and the manna.