Fy ffiol/phiol yma sydd yn llawn

Fy phiol yma sydd yn llawn
O ddyfroedd Mara chwerwon iawn;
  Ond gofid, yn y nefol dir
  A lyngcir gan lawenydd pur.

'D yw cariad yma'n uchaf man
Ond megys rhyw ddymuniad gwan;
  Ond y wreichionen leiaf sy
  Yn wenfflam yn y nefoedd fry.

Llawenydd mwya' yma gawn,
Sydd fel rhyw ddafnau bychain iawn;
  Ond yno yn foroedd mawr di-drai,
  Yn boddi'r etholedig rai.

Yr holl lawenydd yma gawn
Sydd fel rhyw ddafnau bychain iawn;
  Ond yno,'n foroedd mawr di-drai,
  Fe leinw'r ethodedig rai.

Fy ffydd sy'n ffelu gwel'd yn glir,
Ond yno try yn olwg bur;
  Fy ngobaith am y nefol wlad
  A lyngcir yno mewn mwynhad.

Cysgodau'r hwyr yn tywyllu sy,
Hwy ffoant ffwrdd yn Seion fry;
  Heb len y caf ei weled Ef,
  Wyneb yn wyneb yn y nef.

Gelynion amal sydd yn awr
Yn greulon yn fy nghuro i lawr;
  Ond yno gwisga'i'r goron gun
  Gan ddwyn y clod iddo Fe ei Hun.

My cup here is full
Of the very bitter waters of Mara;
  But grief, in the heavenly land
  Is to be swallowed by pure joy.

Love here is not the highest spot
But like some weak desire;
  But the least spark is
  A blaze in the heavens above.

The greatest joy here we may have,
Is like some very little drops;
  But there in great unebbing seas,
  Drowning the chosen ones.

All the joy I may get here
Is like some very small drops;
  But there, as great unebbing seas,
  It will flood the chosen ones.

My faith is failing to see clearly,
But there will turn to pure sight;
  My hope for the heavenly land
  Is to be swallowed there in fulfilment.

The shadows of evening darkening are,
They shall flee away in Zion above;
  Without a curtain I shall get to see him,
  Face to face in heaven.

Manifold enemies are now
Cruelly beating me down;
  But there I shall wear the dear crown
  While bearing the praise to him himself.

My cup doth often while below,
With Marah's waters overflow:
  But care and grief which here annoy,
  Above shall he absorbed in joy.

The fire of love within the breast
Is here but fond desire at best:
  The faintest spark in heaven it knows
  With an immortal ardour glows.

The joy for which I here can hope
Is but the small tormenting drop:
  A fathomless, eternal sea
  Of bliss shall there encompass me.

A distant clouded glimpse is all
That Faith on earth may vision call:
  But unto Faith and Hope in heaven
  Are prospect and possession given.

Crumbs are on earth our richest fare:
But banquets wait the pilgrim there.
  Here cold and faint the songs we raise
  But deathless there will be our praise.

Here evening shades envelope me;
Ah darkness shall from Zion flee;
  Without a veil it will be given
  God face to face to see in Heaven.