Mae rhyw fyrdd o ryfeddodau,
  Yn yr iachawdwriaeth rad,
Hon yw'r afon fawr a lifodd,
  O dan riniog
      tŷ fy Nhad;
Yn ei ffrydiau dwg fi adre',
  Gyd â'r dyrfa
      hardd ei gwedd,
Minnau ganaf am ei rhinwedd,
  Byth yr ochr draw i'r bedd.

Bydd angylion yn rhyfeddu
  Draw i oesoedd rif y dail,
Gweled myrdd o bechaduriaid
  Yn dysgleirio fel yr haul;
Wedi d'od o wlad y cystudd,
  Wedi gadael byd o boen,
Ac yn gwisgo'r gynau gwynion
  Wedi'u cànu yn ngwaed yr Oen.

Nid oes neb o'r hardd gyfeillion,
  Yno yn teimlo cur na phoen;
Trowd eu galar yn ganiadau
  Am gystuddiau'r addfwyn Oen.
Rhyfedd byth os gwelir finau
  Gyda'r dyrfa
      lon ei gwedd,
Yn cael edrych a rhyfeddu
  Yr anfeidrol gynghor hedd!

There are some thousands of wonders,
  In the gracious salvation,
This is the great river that flowed,
  From under the threshold
      of my Father's house;
In its streams it will bring my home,
  With the throng of a
      beautiful countenance,
I too shall sing about his merit,
  Forever on yonder side of the grave.

Angels shall be wondering
  Yonder for ages numerous as the foliage,
Let a myriad of sinners be seen
  Shining like the sun;
Having come from the land of tribulation,
  Having left a world of pain,
And wearing the white robes
  Bleached in the blood of the Lamb.

There is none of the beautiful friends,
  There feeling wound or pain;
The lamentation was turned into songs
  About the dear Lamb's tribulations.
A wonder forever is I am to be seen
  With the throng of a
      cheerful countenance,
Getting to look and wonder at
  The immeasurable counsel of peace!