Daw'r saint o lwch y bedd

  Daw'r saint o
        lwch y bedd,
    Ar wedd
          eu Priod cu,
  I lawn dragwyddol wledd,
     Mewn gwir orfoledd fry;
Dyrchafant draw
      o'r dyfndr cudd,
Cānt ddod yn rhydd,
      mae'r dydd ger llaw.

gwelir:
  Cyfododd Brenin hedd
  Mae achos llawenhau
  O rwymau angeu caeth

The saints shall come from
      the dust of the grave,
  In the likeness of
        their dear Bridegroom,
To an abundant eternal feast,
  In true rejoicing above;
They shall rise yonder
      from the hidden depth,
They will get to come free,
      the day is at hand.