Fe welir etifeddion ffydd

Fe welir etifeddion ffydd,
  Yn deulu dedwydd doeth,
A chanddynt wisgoedd i barhau
  I guddio'u 'neidiau noeth:
Gwisg o gyfiawnder
    gwyn a glân,
  Nôd aflan dim nid oes;
O waith Iachawdwr mawr y byd,
  O'i gryd i ben y groes.

Hon ydyw'r wisg ddigymysg waith,
  Gywrein-waith goreu erioed:
Aeth Crist i'w chael
    drwy waed a chwys,
  Mawl iddo'n barchus boed;
Pwrcasodd Iesu hon yn ddrud,
  Wrth ddyoddef llid yn llym;
Yn rhad i bechaduriaid gwael,
  Mae'n awr i'w chael am ddim.

Mae'r hwn a gaffo ei wisgo'n hon,
  Yr ochr hyn mewn hedd;
Ni chwrdd a niwed mewn un mân,
  Oddiyma i làn y bedd:
Pan yn wynebu angeu'i hun,
  Heb golyn gyd âg ef,
Ei ben a gedwir uwch y dòn,
  Er grym yr afon gref.

The heirs of faith are to be seen
  As a wise, happy family,
Having enduring garments
  To cover their naked souls:
The clothing of righteousness
    white and clean,
  There is no unclean mark;
From the work of the world's great Saviour,
  From his crib to the summit of the cross.

This is the clothing of unmixed work,
  The best, intricate work ever:
Christ went to get it
    through blood and sweat,
  May there be praise to him reverently;
Jesus purchased this expensively,
  By suffering wrath keenly;
Freely for base sinners,
  It is not to be got for nothing.

Whoever gets this clothing
  On this side is in peace;
He will not meet with harm in any place,
  Henceforth to the edge of the grace:
When facing death itself,
  Without it having any sting,
His head shall be kept above the wave,
  Despite the force of the strong river.