Fy enaid edrych fry a gwel

Fy enaid edrych fry a gwel,
Y wlad sy'n llifo
    o laeth a mêl;
  Gorphwysfa y rhai
      a ddaeth trwy ras,
  O gystudd mawr
      y byd i ma's.

Eu dagrau oll a sychwyd ffwrdd,
Galar a thristwch byth nis cwrdd;
  Ni ddaw marwolaeth mwy na phoen,
  I ŵydd y croeshoeliedig Oen.

O flaen y faingc mil miloedd mae,
Pwrcas ei waed, ei chwys a'i wae;
  Y dyrfa fawr fu gynt ar goll,
  Yn awr yn gorfoleddu oll.

Priodferch Iesu ydyw rhai'n,
A wisgwyd oll â lliain main;
  Yn edrych ar ei wedd bob awr,
  Yn nghanol y gogoniant mawr.

gwelir: O flaen y fainc mil miloedd mae

My soul, look up and see,
The land which is flowing
    with milk and honey;
  The resting place of those
      who came through grace,
  Out from the great
      tribulation of the world.

All their tears were dried away,
Mourning and sadness never shall they meet;
  Nor shall death come any more, or pain,
  To the face of the crucified Lamb.

Before the throne are a thousand thousand,
The purchase of his blood,
    his sweat and his woe;
  The great throng who were once lost,
  Now all rejoicing.

The bride of Jesus are they
Who were all clothed with fine linen;
  Looking on his face every hour,
  In the midst of the great glory.