Fe dreulia amser oll o'r bron,
Wrthddrychau goreu'r ddaear hon;
  Ond Iôr fy ngrym
      yr un a fydd,
  I oesoedd trag'wyddoldeb ddydd.

Fy mrodyr gerais fel fy hun,
Sy'n myn'd o'm blaen o un i un;
  Henffych i'r dydd cawn eto gwrdd,
  Yn Sïon hardd o ddeutu'r bwrdd.

Mae'r Iubil fawr yn agoshau,
A'r dyddiau hir i lawenhau;
  Fry, gyda'm brodyr, rif y gwlith,
  Câf weled gwedd fy Mhriod byth.

C'ôd f'enaid gwan, dy ben trwy ffydd,
A gwêl y gwynfydedig ddydd;
  Cei goron aur,
      a phalmwydd gwyrdd,
  Ar orsedd hardd,
      ymhlith y myrdd.

All the time is completely spent,
Of the best objects of this earth;
  But the Lord of my strength
      the same shall be,
  Unto the ages of eternal day.

My brothers I loved like myself,
Have gone before me one by one;
  Hail to the day I may get to meet again,
  In beautiful Zion around the table.

The great Jubilee is approaching,
And the longs days to rejoice;
  Above, with my brothers, numerous as dew,
  I will get to see my Spouse forever.

Raise, my weak soul, thy head through faith,
And see the blessed day;
  Thou wilt get a golden crown,
      and green palm branches,
  On a beautiful throne,
      amongst the myriad.