I'r gad y bloeddia'm Pen o draw

"I'r gad!" y bloeddia'm Pen o draw
"Deffrowch! mae gallu‘r fall gerllaw!
  Arfogwch oll," medd ef,
      "trwy ras!
  Rhaid marw'n làn,
      neu gonc'ro'r ma's!"

Cyffrow'd fi gan y bywiol dwrdd,
A'm hofnau beichus yrais ffwrdd;
  Wrth wel'd y fyddín ddû'n nesâu,
  Fy arfau wisgais heb lesgâu.

Helm gobaith da,
    a tharian ffydd,
Gair Duw yw'r cleddyf genyf sydd,
  Gwiríonedd am fy lwynau llaes,
  A sêl i'm cymhell ar y maes.

Fel hyn i’r gâd af dan ymroi
I beri'r fyddin lidiog ffoi,
  Tra'r Iesu'n dàl,
      o'i dirion nen,
  Fuddygol faner dros fy mhen.

Fe yw'm hymddiried pur digoll,
Ei waedlyd groes yw'm hymffrost oll;
  Caf trwyddo
      goncwest lwyr i'm rhan,
  A choron conc'rwr yn y man.

gwelir:
  Rhan II - 'Rwy'n awr yn cyrchu at y nôd

"To battle!" shouts my Head from afar
"Awake! the power of the devil is at hand!
  Arm ye all yourselves," says he,
      "through grace!
  One must die totally,
      or conquer the field!"

I was stirred by the lively clamour
And my burdensome fears I drove away;
  On seeing the black army approaching,
  My weapons I put on without weakening.

The helmet of a good hope,
    and the shield of faith,
The word of God is the sword I have,
  Truth for my loose loins,
  And zeal to motivate me on the field.

Thus to the battle I go determinedly
To cause the wrathful army to flee,
  While Jesus is holding,
      from his tender heaven,
  A victorious banner over my head.

He is my pure unfailing trust,
His bloody cross is all my boast;
  I shall have through him
      a complete conquest to my portion,
  And a conqueror's crown in a while.