Ni ddaw 'nghyfeillion mwya'u hedd
I'm hebrwng ond
    hyd lan y bedd;
  Tro pawb eu cefnau,
      dyma'r dydd,
  Gadawant fi'n fy ngwely pridd.

Daw i mi drannoeth
    dêg er hyn,
Caf godi fry i Sion fryn;
  Fy llwch ddaw'n llwyr
      o bridd y llawr
  Ar ddisglaer wedd fy Mhriod mawr.

O'r! modd dysgleiria'r
    corph gwael hwn
Yn anllygredig yno gwn;
  Os tebyg i gorph Iesu gwiw,
  Pa wedd disgleiria'r enaid byw!

Gorfoledd mawr fydd cyn b'o hir,
Pan uno'r corph a'r enaid pûr;
  A chwrdd yn llawen yn y ne',
  A'r Oen fu farw yn fy lle.

Na wylwch ddim, na fyddwch drist,
Am neb fydd wedi huno yng Nghrist;
  'Does yma ond y corph o glai,
  Mae'r enaid frŷ yn llawenhau!

Ac yno mae yn gwbl rydd,
Ar angeu wedi cario'r dydd;
  Heb un rhyw nychdod mwy na phoen
  Yn moli'r croeshoeliedig Oen.

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               1,2,(3),4.

Ni ddaw nghyfeillion têg eu gwedd
I'm hebrwng ond
    hyd lan y bedd;
  Try pawb eu cefnau,
      dyma'r dydd
  Gadawant fi'n fy ngwely pridd!

Daw imi dranoeth
    têg er hyn,
Caf godi fry i Seion fryn;
  Fy llwch ddaw'n llwyr
      o bridd y llawr
  Ar ddysglaer wedd fy Mhrynwr mawr.

O! 'r modd dysgleiria'r
    corff gwael hwn
Yn anllygredig yno, gwn!
  Os tebyg i gorff Iesu gwiw,
  Pa wedd dysgleiria'r enaid byw!

Caf yno fod yn gwbl rydd
  Ar angeu wedi cario'r dydd;
Heb unrhyw nychdod mwy, na phoen,
  Yn moli'r croeshoeliedig Oen.

No friends of greatest peace shall come
To escort me but
    as far as the edge of the grave;
  All shall turn their backs,
      this is the day,
  They shall leave me in my bed of soil.

A fair morrow shall come
    to me despite this,
I shall get to rise up to Zion hill;
  My dust shall come completely
      from the soil of the ground
  In the radiant image of my great Spouse.

O how this poor body
    shall shine
Incorruptible there I know;
  If like the body of worthy Jesus,
  O how the living soul shall shine!

There shall be great rejoicing before long,
When the body and the pure soul unite;
  And meet joyfully in heaven,
  With the Lamb who died in my place.

Weep ye not at all, be ye not sad,
For any who shall have slept in Christ;
  There is here only the body of clay,
  The soul is above rejoicing!

And there it is wholly free,
Over death having carried the day;
  Without any more sickness or pain
  Praising the crucified Lamb.

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My friends fair of face will not come
To escort me except
    as far as the graveside;
  All will turn their backs,
      here is the day
  They will leave me in my bed of soil!

The following fair day will
    come to me despite this,
I will get to rise above to Zion's hill;
  My dust will come completely
      out of the soil of the earth
  At the shining face of my great Redeemer.

Oh the means of shining of
    this inferior body
Incorruptibly here, I know!
  If like the worthy body of Jesus,
  What a shining face of the living soul!

There I will get to be completely free
  Over death having carried the day;
Without any more sickness, nor pain,
  Praising the crucified Lamb.