Efe a ddaw fe gryna'r byd

Efe a ddaw! fe gryna'r byd,
A'r bryniau ffoant rhagddo'ng nghyd;
  Y sêr a syrthiant megys dail,
  Diflanna'r lloer, diffodda'r haul.

Efe a ddaw! yn Dduw o'r nef,
A'r 'storm yn wisg am dano Ef;
  Ar edyn y Cerubiaid byw
  O! wele Farnwr dynol ryw!

Ai Hwn yw Ef a welwyd gynt
Yn Wr gofidus ar Ei hynt?
  Ai Hwn yw'r Nazarëad tlawd,
  Fu ar y Bryn yn goddef gwawd?

Mae'n dod - O! clywch yr athrist gri -
"Fynyddoedd! cuddiwch, cuddiwch ni!"
  Tra'r Saint wrth ddod
    o'r beddrod caeth
  Yn taro'r gân - "Efe a ddaeth!"

He shall come! the world shall tremble,
And the rocks shall all flee away;
  The stars shall fall like leaves,
  The moon shall vanish, the sun go out.

He shall come! as God from heaven,
With the storm a garment about him;
  On the wings of living cherubim
  O see the Judge of human-kind!

Is this he who was formerly seen
As a Man of sorrows on his course?
  Is this the poor Nazarene,
  Who suffered scorn on the hill?

He is coming - O hear ye the sad cry -
"Mountains, hide, hide ye us!"
  While the saints on coming out
      of the captive tomb
  Strike the song - "He has come!"

The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixèd seat forsake;
  And, withering, from the vault of night
  The stars withdraw their feeble light.

The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
  On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
  Anointed Judge of humankind!

Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
  By power oppressed, and mocked by pride?
  O God! is this the Crucified?

Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain!
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain!
  But faith, victorious
      o'er the tomb,
  Shall sing for joy - the Lord is come!