Mae'm rhedfa is y rhod

    Mae'm rhedfa is y rhod,
    Yn nesu at y nod;
  I'm hymdaith hon, is awyr gron,
    Mae diwedd bron a d'od:
Fy mhabell frau sydd yn llesghau,
  Ac yn gwanhau o hyd;
Ac yn y màn, daw'r amser pan
Bydd f'enaid gwan yn fywiol ran
  Mewn annherfynol fyd.

    O, Dduw! rho im' dy hedd,
    A golwg ar dy wedd;
  A maddeu'n awr fy meiau mawr,
    Cyn 'r'elwy'i lawr i'r bedd:
Ond i'm gael hyn nid ofna'i'r glyn,
  Na cholyn angeu'n hwy;
Dof yn dy law i'r ochr draw,
Heb friw na braw, ryw ddydd a ddaw,
  Uwchlaw pob loes a chlwy'.

    Fy ngobaith dan bob croes
    Yw'r Iawn! - yr Iawn a roes
  Ein Meichiau pur can hoelion dur -
    Ei lafur Ef a'i loes:
Pan ddelo'r pryd, daw'r saint ynghyd
  I wynfyd y nef wen,
Dadseiniant lef peroriaeth gref,
Drwy nef y nef! Boed iddo Ef
  Y mawl, a'r clod," Amen!

gwelir:
  Fy ngobaith dan bob croes
  O Dduw rho im' dy hedd
  Un aberth mwy nid oes

    My race beneath the vault, is
    Approaching its target;
  For this my journey, under a round sky,
    The end has almost come:
My fragile tent is growing feeble,
  And weakening still;
And soon, shall come the time when
My weak soul shall be a lively part
  In a boundless world.

    O God, give me thy peace!
    And a view upon thy countenance;
  And forgive now my great faults,
    Before I go down to the grave:
If I but get this, I shall not fear the vale,
  Nor the sting of death any longer;
I shall come in thy hand to yonder side,
Without bruise or terror, some coming day,
  Above every anguish and wound.

    My hope under every cross
    Is the Atonement! - the Atonement he gave
  Our pure Surety under steel nails -
    His labour and his anguish:
When the time comes, the saints shall come together
  To the blessedness of the bright heaven,
They will resound with a strong voice of harmony,
Throughout the heaven of heaven! Be to Him
  The praise, and the acclaim," Amen!

    My race beneath the sun
    Is very nearly run;
  Life fades away in sad decay,
    Soon shall my day be done:
My fragile tent is sorely rent,
  My strength is spent well-nigh;
The hour is near--I must appear
In doubt and fear within the clear
  Immortal sphere on high.

    Grant, Lord, Thy peace to me,
    And Thy dear face to see;
  Before my day has passed away,
    All sinless may I be!
Thy gracious light in death's dark night
  Shall soon my fright dispel:
In Thy right hand on yonder strand,
Where fears disband my soul shall stand -
  Sweet land! where all is well!