Deffroir fy nghysglyd lwch

Deffroir fy nghysglyd lwch
  Pan genir udgorn Duw;
Daw carcharorion angeu du
  I gyd i fyny'n fyw.

O mewn galar, neu mewn hedd,
  Caf dd'od o'r bedd i'r làn;
Pa un ai gwynfyd pur, neu boen,
  Fydd fy nhragwyddol ran!

O Dduw! dod imi le
  Yn mysg y dyrfa fawr,
I'th foli byth yn nheyrnas ne',
  Mewn gwisgoedd fel y wawr!

gwelir: Ai marw raid i mi?

My sleeping dust is to be awakened
  When God's trumpet is sounded;
The prisoners of black death will come
  All up alive.

From in grief, or in peace,
  I will get to come up from the grave;
Whether pure blessedness, or pain,
  Shall be my eternal portion!

O God, give me a place
  Amongst the great throng,
To praise thee forever in the kingdom of heaven,
  In clothes like the dawn!

And am I born to die?
  To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
  Into a world unknown?

Soon as from earth I go,
  What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
  Must then my portion be.

How shall I leave my tomb?
  With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful doom,
  A curse or blessing meet?