Ceir gwel'd y dyrfa ddysglaer fawr,
Rifedi gwlith y boreu wawr,
    Heb friw na phoen, &c.
  Yn canu i'r Oen
        y newydd gân.

Bydd uchel ganu y pryd hyn,
Am angeu pen Calfaria fryn;
    Heb goffa mwy, &c.
  Am boen na chlwy'
        ond gwaed y groes.

Ni thraetha tafod fyth i ma's,
Hapusrwydd etifeddion gras;
    Pan losgo'r byd, &c.
  Fe bery o hyd
        eu gwynfyd hwy.

Bydd gwraig yr Oen heb boen na phwn
Yn canu'n iach y boreu hwn,
    Ar ddeheu-law, &c.
  Ei Phriod draw,
       heb farw byth.

Ei dagrau sychir bob yr un,
Er cymaint ydynt,
      er mor flin;
    Dim gofid byth, &c.
  Mewn nefol nyth,
        nis blina hi.

'Fydd yno un gorthrymwr trist,
I ddrygu priod Iesu Grist;
    Gwir heddwch llawn, &c.
  Fyth yno cawn,
        heb ryfel mwy.

Neshau mae'r waredigaeth lawn,
A'r boreu hyfryd heb brydnawn,
    Mewn nefol hedd, &c.
  Tu draw i'r bedd,
      i wledda byth.

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Ceir gweled tyrfa ddysglaer fawr,
Rifedi gwlith y boreu wawr;
    Heb friw na phoen, &c.
  Yn canu i'r Oen
        y newydd gân.

Bydd gwraig yr Oen y boreu hwn,
Yn iach a llon, heb boen na phwn,
    Ar ddeheulaw, &c.
  Ei phriod draw,
        heb farw byth.

gwelir:
  Fe syrth aneirif sêr y nen
  Mae'r diwrnod mawr yn d'od

The great radiant throng shall be seen,
Numerous as the dew of the morning dawn,
    With neither bruise nor pain, &c.
  Singing to the Lamb
        the new song.

There shall be loud singing at that time,
About the death of Calvary hill's summit;
    With no more remembrance, &c.
  Of pain or wound
        but the blood of the cross.

No tongue shall ever set forth,
The happiness of the heirs of grace;
    When the world burns, &c.
  Endure forever shall
        their blessedness.

The Lamb's bride, without pain or burden,
Shall be bidding farewell on that morning,
    At the right hand, &c.
  Of her Spouse yonder,
      without ever dying any more.

Her tears shall be dried, every one,
Despite how many they are,
      despite how grievous;
    No distress ever, &c.
  In a heavenly nest,
        she shall not grieve.

No sad oppressor at all shall be there,
To harm the spouse of Jesus Christ;
    Full, true peace, &c.
  Forever there we may get,
        with no more war.

Approaching is the full deliverance,
And the delightful morning without evening,
    In heavenly peace, &c.
 Beyond the grave,
      to feast forever.

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A great radiant throng shall be seen,
Numerous as the dew of the morning dawn,
    With neither bruise nor pain, &c.
  Singing to the Lamb
        the new song.

The Lamb's bride on that morning, shall be
Safe and cheerful, without pain or burden,
    At the right hand, &c.
  Of her Spouse yonder,
      without ever dying any more.