O tyrd O tyrd Emanwël

O tyrd, O tyrd, Emanwël!
A datod rwymau Isräel,
  Sy'n wylo'n brudd mewn estron wlad
  Mewn blin gaethiwed a sarhad.

    O cân! O cân! Emanwël
    Ddaw atat ti, O Isräel.

O tyrd, Flaguryn Iese'n awr,
A dryllia allu'r gelyn mawr;
  I'th weision dyro nefol hedd,
  A buddugoliaeth ar y bedd.

O Wawrddydd, tyred, llawenha
Galonnau trist â'th ddoniau da:
  O gwasgar dew gymylau'r hwyr,
  Gyr ymaith ofnau angau'n llwyr.

O Allwedd Dafydd, tyred di,
Ac agor borth y nef i ni:
  Arloesa'r ffordd i wlad yr hedd,
  A chae holl lwybrau oer y bedd.

O tyred, gadarn Iôr, mewn nerth,
Dydi, Breswylydd mawr y berth,
  A roddes gynt y gyfraith lân
  Ar Sinai mewn cymylau tân.

O come, O come, Emmanuel!
And undo the bonds of Israel,
  Who is weeping sadly in a strange land
  In grievous captivity and insult.

    O sing! O sing! Emmanuel
    Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Shoot of Jesse, now,
And smash the power of the great enemy;
  To thy servants grant heavenly peace,
  And victory over the grave.

O Dawn of day, come, cheer
Sad hearts with thy good gifts:
  And scatter the thick clouds of the night,
  Drive away fears of death completely.

O Key of David, come thou,
And open the gate of heaven to us:
  Pioneer the way to the land of peace,
  And close all the cold paths of the grave.

O come, steadfast Lord, in strength,
Thou, the great resident of the bush,
  Who gavest of old the holy law
  On Sinai in clouds of fire.

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
  That mourns in lonely exile here
  Until the Son of God appear.

    Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
    shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny;
  From depths of hell Thy people save,
  And give them victory over the grave.

O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
  Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
  And death's dark shadows put to flight.

O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
  Make safe the way that leads on high,
  And close the path to misery.

O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai's height
  In ancient times once gave the law
  In cloud and majesty and awe.