O caned holl delynau'r byd

O! caned holl delynau'r byd
  I enw'r Oen di-fai:
Mae ef yn caru pawb erioed,
  Heb garu heddiw'n llai.

    Yr Oen di-fai, yr Oen di-fai -
      O! canwn ei glod ynghyd:
    Yr Oen di-fai, yr Oen di-fai
      Fu farw dros y byd.

Os gwlad y breintiau gawsom ni
  Yn gartre 'more oes,
Mae'n fwy o ddyled arnom ddweud
  Wrth bawb am Grist a'i groes.

O! deued plant y gwledydd draw
  I ganu gyda ni,
A boed yn gān yn llanw'r byd -
  Y gān am Galfari.

Caniadau'r Oen a lanwo'n tir
  Cyn hir fel mōr di-drai;
Ac na foed ynys fach
        drwy'r byd
  Heb gān i'r Oen di-fai.

O! let all the world's harps sing
  To the name of the spotless Lamb:
He has always loved everyone,
  Without loving less today.

    The spotless Lamb, the spotless Lamb -
      O let us sing his praise together!
    The spotless Lamb, the spotless Lamb
      Who died for the world.

If we got the land of privilege
  As a home in the morn of age,
There is more of a duty upon us to tell
  Everyone about Christ and his cross.

O may the children of yonder lands come
  To sing with us!
And may the song come to fill the world -
  The song about Calvary.

May the songs of the Lamb fill our land
  Before long like an unebbing sea;
And may there be no small island
        throughout the world
  Without a song to the spotless Lamb.