Caersalem ti ddinas fy Arglwydd

Caersalem, ti ddinas fy Arglwydd,
  Pa bryd i'th gynteddau ca' i ddod,
Lle na fydd
    cyn'lleidfa yn ysgar,
  Na diwedd i'r Sabbath yn bod?
Dedwyddwch digymmysg sydd yno, 
  Ni phrofwyd yn Eden mo'i ryw,
A llewyrch mwy tanbaid na'r haulwen,
  Sef llewyrch
    o orsedd fy Nuw.

Mae yno gantorion ardderchog,
  A'u Ceidwad
    yw sylwedd eu sain:
A'm brodyr sydd yma gānt esgyn
  Yn fuan i ganol y rhain:
O! Salem, fy nghartref anwylaf,
  I'th fewn mae fy enaid am ddod,
Ac yno fy llafur a dderfydd
  Mewn cān orfoleddus a chlod.

gwelir: O Salem fy anwyl gartrefle

Jerusalem, thou city of my Lord,
  When to thy courts may I come,
Where there will be
    no divided congregation,
  Nor end to the Sabbath's being?
Unmixed happiness is there,
  Of a kind not experienced in Eden,
And a radiance brighter than the sun,
  That is the radiance
    of the throne of my God.

There are excellent singers there,
  And their Saviour
    is the theme of their sound:
And my brothers who are here may ascend
  Soon to the midst of those:
O Salem, my dear home,
  Into thee is my soul wanting to come,
And there my labour will cease
  In a song of joy and praise.

Oh, when, thou city of my God,
  Shall I thy courts ascend
Where evermore
    the angels sing,
  Where Sabbaths have no end?

There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
  Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
  I onward press to you.

Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
  Around my Saviour stand:
And soon my friends in Christ below
  Will join the glorious band.

Jerusalem, my happy home,
  My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
  When I thy joys shall see.