O Dduw'r hwn wnai dy drigfa bur

O Dduw! 'r hwn wnai dy drigfa bur
Fry, fry'n y tanbaid oleu clir;
  O'th flaen y cuddia engyl gwawl
  Eu gwyneb, ac y dyrchant fawl.

Dros enyd aros raid i ni
Yn niwl a llygredd daear ddu;
  Ond bythol ddydd yn fuan ddaw
  I yru'r nos-gysgodion draw.

Oblegid yn dy santaid Air
Addewir in' oleuddydd claer;
  Dydd nad yw goleu
      haul y nef
  Ond cysgod gwan o hono ef.

Ah! dydd y dyddian oll! mor hir
Y mae cyn dod a'i heulwen glir;
  Rhaid gorphen gwaith yr einioes hon
  Cyn cael mwynhau ei wenau llon.

Ac yna fry uwch haul a ser
Yr enaid atat hed.  O Ner;
  I'th wel'd, i'th garu,
      a'th fwynhau -
  Ei hyfryd waith byth i barhau.

O Dduw, par'toa'n henaid gwan
I gael o'th bur orfoledd ran;
  Yn ngwan oleuni bywyd, gad
  In' gyrhaedd goleu'r nefol wlad.

O God, who madest thy pure abode
Above, above in the clear, fiery light;
  Before thee the angels of light cover
  Their face, an they lift up praise.

For a while we must wait
In the fog and corruption of black earth;
  But everlasting day will soon come
  To drive the night shadows yonder.

Because in thy sacred Word
Is promised to us clear daylight;
  A day of which the light
      of the sun of heaven
  Is but a weak shadow.

Ah! the day of all comfort! so long
It is before bringing its clear sunshine;
  One must finish the work of this lifespan
  Before getting to enjoy its chearful smiles.

And there aboe the sun and stars
The soul to thee will fly.  O Lord;
  To see thee, to love thee,
      and to enjoy thee -
  Its delightful work forever to continue.

O God, cause my weak soul
To get of thy pure joy a portion;
  In the weak light of life, let
  Us reach the light of the heavenly land.

Great God, who hid from mortal sight
Dost dwell in unapproached light,
  Before whose presence angels bow,
  With faces veiled, in homage low;

Awhile in darkness we remain,
And round us yet are sin and pain;
  But soon the everlasting day
  Shall chase our shades of night away.

For Thou hast promised, gracious Lord,
A day of gladness and reward;
  A day but faintly
      imaged here
  By brightest sun at noontide clear.

Too long, alas! it still delays;
It lingers yet, that day of days;
  Our mortal strife and toil must cease
  Before we win its heavenly peace.

Then from its fleshly bonds set free,
The soul shall fly, O God, to Thee;
  To see Thee, love Thee,
      and adore,
  Her blissful task for evermore.

Great Trinity, our hearts prepare,
The fulness of Thy joy to share;
  Life's transient light may we improve,
  And gain eternal light above.