Clywch leferydd gras a chariad!

Clywch leferydd gras a chariad,
  O Galfaria'n seinio sydd;
Wele'r cedyrn greigiau'n hollti,
  Haul yn twllu ganol dydd:
    "Fe orffennwyd!"
Dwys ddolefa'r Meichiau mawr.

O!'r trysorau anchwiliadwy
  A gynhwysir yn y gair;
Môr diderfyn o fendithion,
  I dylodion ynddo a gair:
    "Fe orffennwyd!"
Ni bydd eisiau
      aberth mwy.

Atgyweirier pob rhyw delyn
  Drwy y ddaear faith a'r nef
Er cyd-daro'r anthem newydd
  Heddiw a gyhoeddodd Ef:
    "Fe orffennwyd!"
Dyma gân na dderfydd byth.

Here the speech of grace and love,
  Which is sounding from Calvary;
See the strong rocks splitting,
  Sun darkening at mid-day:
    "It is finished!"
Loudly cries the great Surety.

Oh the unsearchable treasures
  Which are included in the word;
An boundless sea of blessings,
  To the poor in him who said:
    "It is finished!"
There will be no need
      for any more sacrifice.

Retune every kind of harp
  Throughout the wide earth and heaven
To beat together the new anthem
  Today which He announced:
    "It is finished!"
Here is the song which will never end.

Hark! the voice of love and mercy
  Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See, it rends the rocks asunder,
  Shakes the earth, and veils the sky:
    "It is finished!"
Hear the dying Saviour cry.

"It is finished!" O what pleasure
  Do these precious words afford;
Heav'nly blessings, without measure,
  Flow to us from Christ the Lord:
    "It is finished!"
Saints the dying
      words record.

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
  Join to sing the glorious theme;
All in earth, and all in heaven,
  Join to praise Emmanuel's Name;
    Alleluia!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!