O ddinas fechan Bethlehem

O ddinas fechan Bethlehem,
  Mor dawel gwelir di,
Mewn hun mor bêr o dan y sêr
  Sy'n distaw deithio fry;
Yn dy heolydd tywyll di
  Y mae Goleuni'r byd;
Ac ynot ti mae'n gobaith ni
  A'n hofnau oll ynghyd.

O sêr y bore, tystiwch chwi
  Am eni'r sanctaidd Un,
A molwch ef, Etifedd nef,
  A bydded hedd i ddyn;
Fe aned Crist o'r Fowyn Fair,
  A'r byd yn cysgu'n drwm;
Ond engyl lu sy'n gwylio'n gu
  Y Mab mewn preseb llwm.

Yn dawel iawn a distaw daw
  I'r byd y ryfedd rodd;
Fel hyn rhydd Duw i ddynol-ryw
  Fendithion nef o'i fodd;
Ni chlywir ei ddyfodiad ef;
  Er amled beiau'r byd,
Calonnau gwir rydd groeso clir
  I'r Ceidwad mwyn o hyd.

Y Baban bendigedig glyw
  Weddïau'r plantos mân,
Gwrandewi di bob cwyn a chri,
  O Fab y Wyryf lân;
Lle gwylio cariad gwir o hyd,
  A'r drws yng ngofal ffydd,
Tyr bore wawr
    dros ddaear lawr:
  Nadolig dedwydd fydd.

O sanctaidd Bletyn Bethlehem,
  Tyrd atom, gwrando ni,
Trig di'r awr hon o dan y fron -
  Ein Brenin ydwyt ti;
Fe seinia côr yr angels glân
  Eu carol yn ein clyw,
Tyrd atom ni ac aros di -
  Emanwël, ein Duw.

O little town of Bethlehem,
  How quiet thou art seen,
In sleep so sweet under the stars
  Which are silently travelling above;
In thy dark streets
  Is the Light of the world;
And in thee is our hope
  And all our fears together.

O stars of the morning, testify ye
  About the birth of the sacred One,
And praise ye him, the Heir of heaven,
  And be there peace to men;
Christ was born of the Virgin Mary,
  And the world sleeping heavily;
But a host of angels are watching dearly
  The Son in a bare crib.

Very quietly and silently comes
  To the world the amazing gift;
Thus God gives to human-kind
  The blessings of heaven voluntarily;
His coming is not heard;
  Despite how many are the world's faults,
True hearts give a clear welcome
  To the dear Saviour still.

The blessed Baby hears
  The prayers of the little infants,
Thou wilt hear every complaint and cry,
  O Son of the holy Virgin;
Where true love still watches,
  And the door in the care of faith,
The morning dawn turns
    across the earth below:
  Christmas shall be happy.

O sacred Child of Bethlehem,
  Come to us, listen to us,
Dwell thou this hour beneath the breast -
  Our King art thou;
The choir of holy angels sound
  Their carol in our hearing,
Come to us and stay with us -
  Emanuel, our God.

O little town of Bethlehem,
  How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
  The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
  The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
  Are met in thee tonight.

For Christ is born of Mary,
  And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
  Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars together,
  Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
  And peace to men on earth!

How silently, how silently,
  The wondrous Gift is giv'n;
So God imparts to human hearts
  The blessings of His Heav’n.
No ear may hear His coming,
  But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still,
  The dear Christ enters in.

Where children pure and happy
  Pray to the blessèd Child,
Where misery cries out to Thee,
  Son of the mother mild;
Where charity stands watching
  And faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes,
    the glory breaks,
  And Christmas comes once more.

O holy Child of Bethlehem,
  Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in,
  Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
  The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
  Our Lord Emmanuel!