Caned a welodd wawr

  Caned a welodd wawr,
    Yn codi o'r t'w'llwch du;
  Caned a brofodd flas
    Grawn-sypiau'r
          Ganaan fry:
Ni ddown, ni ddown
      i Sion fryn,
Er maint yr holl anialwch hyn.

  Mae'r faner fawr y'mlaen,
    'R efengyl wen o hyd;
  Mae uffern lawn o dān,
    Yn crynu'n awr ynghyd;
Hi gwymp, hi gwymp, er maint ei grym,
O flaen yr Iesu 'dyw hi ddim.

  Wel, bellach tyr'd y'mlaen,
    Nac ofna f'enaid mwy,
  Llai grym sy'n uffern dān,
    Na dwyfol farwol glwy':
Telynau aur sy'n canu'n un,
Effeithiol goncwest Mab y Dyn.

  A thyma'r bore ddydd,
    Cāf finnau seinio cān,
  'Nol fy nghaethiwed maith,
    Am waredigaeth lān:
O hyfryd ddydd, pa bryd y daw?
'Rwy'n ammeu fod y wawr gerllaw.

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  Caned a welodd wawr
    Yn codi o'r twllwch du;
  Caned a brofodd flas
    Grawnsypiau'r
          Ganaan fry;
Ni ddown, ni ddown,
      i Seion fryn,
Er maint yr holl anialwch hyn.

  Na lwfwrhaed ein ffydd;
    Mae'n ffydd fel colofn dān
  A blannodd Brenin nef
    I'n harwain yn y blaen;
Mi wela'r wlad, mi ga'i mwynhau,
Lle bydd fy hedd
      heb dranc na thrai.

gwelir:
  Dysgleiria foreu wawr
  Mae'r faner fawr ym mlaen
  Wel bellach tyr'd yn mlaen

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

  Ahead is the great flag,
    Of the bright gospel always;
  Hell is full of fire,
    Trembling now altogether;
It falls, it falls, despite its power,
Before Jesus it is nothing.

  Now, henceforth come on,
    Nor fear, my soul, any more,
  Less the power that is in hell fire,
    Than a divine mortal wound:
Golden harps are singing as one,
The effectual conquest of the Son of Man.

  And here is the morn of day,
    When I too shall get to sound a song,
  After my long captivity,
    About holy deliverance:
O lovely day, when shall it come?
I am doubting that the dawn is at hand.

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

  Let not our faith lose heart;
    Our faith is like a pillar of fire
  The King of heaven planted
    To lead us onwards;
I see the land, I shall get to enjoy it,
Where my peace shall be
      without dying or ebbing.