Fe gān 'tifeddion gras
    Yn beraidd maes o law,
  Wrth weled boddi'r Aifft,
    A hwythau'r ochr draw;
Fy enaid, hźd i ben y bryn, 
I wel'd y goncwest ryfedd hyn. 

  Yn uchel fry ar fryn,
    Rhwng daear gron a nef,
  Holl rwysg Gehenna fawr,
    A'i grym, orchfygodd Ef:
Tan hoelion dūr, 'Fe'u maeddodd hwy,
Pa fodd ymffrostia uffern mwy?

  Wel dacw'r ffordd yn rhydd,
    Agorwyd hi o bob tu,
  O ddyfnder daear lās,
    I uchder nefoedd fry:
O dring, dring, fy enaid mwy,
Mae nerth i'w gael mewn marwol glwy'.

  Wel, deuwn yn y blaen,
    Fe gwympodd ofnau mawr,
  Ar y gelynion hy'
    Oedd am ein cael i lawr;
Fe gaed y dydd, mi glywa'r nen
Yn canu'r goncwest ar y pren.

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  Fe gān 'tifeddion gras
    Yn beraidd maes o law,
  Wrth weled boddi'r Aipht,
    A hwythau'r ochr draw;
Fy enaid, hed i ben y bryn,
I wel'd y goncwest ryfedd hyn.

  Mae enw Calfari,
    Fu gynt yn w'radwydd mawr,
  Yn ngolwg f'enaid cu
    Yn fwy na'r nef yn awr:
O, ddedwydd fryn, santeiddiaf le,
Dderbyniodd ddwyfol waed y ne'.

  Am Iesu mawr ei ras
    Y mae caniadau'r nef;
  A'r anthem gyda blās
    Sy'n myn'd i'w glustiau Ef:
Teylnau aur sy'n cānu'n un,
Effeithiol concwest Mab y dyn.

gwelir:
  A heibio'r dywell nos
  Mae enw Calfari
  Mae'r Brenin yn y blaen
  Mawr iawn yw gwres y tān
  Mi wela'r cwmwl du
  Wel dacw'r ffordd yn rhydd

  The heirs of grace shall sing
    Sweetly soon,
  On seeing the drowning of Egypt,
    And they on yonder side,
My soul, fly to the top of the hill,
To see this wonderful conquest.

  High up on a hill,
    Between round earth and heaven,
  All the ostentation of great Gehenna,
    And its force, He overcame:
Under nails of steel, He beat them,
How can hell boast any more?  

  See yonder the way free,
    It was opened on every side,
  From the depth of blue-green earth,
    To the height of heaven above:
O climb, climb, my soul evermore,
Strength is to be got in a mortal wound.

  See, let us come forward,
    Great fears fell,
  On the boastful enemies
    Who wanted to get us down;
He got the day, I hear heaven
Singing the conquest on the tree.

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  The heirs of grace shall sing
    Sweetly soon,
  On seeing the drowning of Egypt,
    And they on yonder side;
My soul, fly to the top of the hill,
To see this wonderful conquest.

  The name of Calvary,
    Which once was a great shame,
  Is in the sight of my dear soul
    Greater than heaven now:
O, happy hill, most holy place,
Which received the divine blood of heaven.

  About great Jesus his grace
    Are the songs of heaven;
  And the anthem with relish
    Is going to His ears:
Harps of gold are playing as one,
The effective conquest of the Son of man.

  The heirs of grace shall sing,
    Melodious in that day,
  When Egypt's mighty hosts
    Are banish'd all away;
Ascend the hill, my soul, and see
This great and glorious victory.

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  The heirs of grace shall sing,
    Melodious in that day,
  When Egypt's mighty hosts
    Are banish'd all away;
Ascend the hill, my soul, and see
This great and glorious victory.

  The name of Calvary,
    Once a place of shame,
  It has, to-day, to me
    A glory in the name:
Oh, happy mount, the choicest given.
On thee was shed the blood of heaven.

  Of Jesus and his grace
    Heaven is filled with song,
  The anthems of the place,
    His name they all prolong:
The golden harps will join in one
To praise the victories of the Son.