O gwyn eu byd y dyrfa fawr

O gwyn eu byd y dyrfa fawr,
Yn iach ehedodd uwch y llawr;
  Marwolaeth mwy, marwolaeth mwy,
  Ni chwrdd â hwy
      sydd fry mewn hedd.

'Does yno gystudd o un rhyw,
Ond pawb ar dân yn moli Duw;
  Heb bechu mwy, &c.
  O gwynfyd hwy
      sydd draw i'r bedd.

Hwy fuant yma lawer awr,
Yn archolledig ar y llawr;
  Trwy waed y groes, &c.
  O'u poen a'u loes hwy
      wnawd yn iach.

Hwy wisgwyd yno fel yr haul,
Oll â chyfiawnder
    Adda'r ail;
  A'u t'lynau aur, &c.
  Oll yno cair yn moli'r Oen.

Mae yno'r fath ogoniant mawr,
Fyth na ddychymyg
    llwch y llawr;
  Mae'r nef ei hun, &c.
  Yn cwympo'n un wrth draed yr Oen.

Mae yno gariad cryf fel fflam,
O! na chawn atto roddi cam;
  Mi wnawn fy nyth, &c.
  Heb 'mado fyth o fewn y nef.

Y mae rhyw hiraeth tan fy mron,
Fyth na ddigona'r ddaear hon;
  'Does ond yr un, &c.
  Sy'n Dduw a dyn
      a'm llwyr foddha.

Mae gwedd ei wyneb yn iachau
Y cleifion a'r dolurus rai;
  Fy meddyg yw, &c.
Ni's gallaf fyw mwy heb fy Nêr.

Gwynfyd na bawn tu draw i'r byd,
Yn awr yn gwel'd ei wyneb-pryd;
  Heb elyn mwy, &c.
  I roddi clwy' i'm henaid gwan.

'Rwyf yma beunydd yn nesau
I'r byd o sylwedd sy'n parhau;
  O na chawn fyn'd, &c.
  I goel fy
      Ffrynd anwylaf byth.

Mae'n wir na chlywodd clust erio'd
Fath gariad rhyfedd s' yno'n bod!
  Tafodau fyth, &c.
  O rif y gwlith ni ddyd e' ma's.

gwelir:
  Fe syrth aneirif sêr y nen
  Mae gwedd ei wyneb yn iachau

O blessed are the great throng,
Who safely flew above the earth below;
  Death no more, death no more,
  Shall meet with them
      who are above in peace  

No affliction is there of any kind,
But everyone on fire praising God;
  Without sinning any more, &c.
  O blessed are they
      who are beyond the grave.

They were here for many an hour,
Wounded on the earth below;
  Through the blood of the cross, &c.
  From their pain and their anguish
      they were made healthy.

They were dressed there like the sun,
All with the righteousness
    of the second Adam;
  With their golden harps, &c.
  All found there praising the Lamb.

There is such great glory there,
That the dust of the ground
    will never imagine;
  Heaven itself is, &c.
  Falling as one at the feet of the Lamb.

Love strong like a flame is there,
O that we could take a step towards there;
  We shall make a nest, &c.
  Without ever leaving within heaven.

There is some longing under my breast,
That this earth shall never discourage;
  There is none but the one, &c.
  Who is God and man
      that shall completely satisfy me.

The countenance of his face is healing
The sick and the sorrowing;
  My physician he is, &c.
  I can live no more without my Master.

Blessed I would be beyond thy world,
Now seeing his countenance;
  With no more enemy, &c.
  To give a wound to my weak soul.

I am here daily drawing near
To the world of substance that is enduring;
  O that I could go, &c.
  To the bosom of my
      dearest Friend forever.

It is true that no ear ever heard
Such wonderful love that here is being!
  Tongue never, &c.
  Numerous as the dew, shall set it forth.