Ymdeithydd wyf fi 'nawr o hyd

Ymdeithydd wyf fi 'nawr o hyd,
Mewn maith a thrallodedig fyd;
  Nid yma mae fy nghartre'n wir,
  Rwy'n teithio tu a Salem bur.

Pa'm carai'r byd,
    na'i wagedd mwy,
Hyd angau'n brin y deuant hwy;
  Gwell genny gara'r
      Ffrynd a ddaw,
  Yn angau i 'maflyd yn fy llaw.

'Rwy'n pwyso ar f'Anwylyd cu,
Ei ddehau yn fy nghynnal sy;
  Pa ham y dof o'i gôl i maes,
  Nes elwy trwy'r Iorddonen lâs?

Er maint yw llid a
    brad y ddraig,
Fy nhraed osodwyd ar y graig;
  Mae Iesu'n hwylio ngherdded im',
  'Chai mwyach gyfeiliorni dim.

gwelir:
  Pa'm carai'r byd na'i wagedd mwy?
  Pererin wyf mewn anial dir (Sychedig ...)

A traveller I am now still,
In a vast and troubled world;
  Not here is my home truly,
  I am travelling towards pure Salem.

Why would I love the world,
    or its vanity any more?
As far as death they shall scarcely come;
  It is better for me to love the
      Friend that shall come,
  In death to take me by the hand.

I am leaning on my dear Beloved,
His right hand supports me;
  Why would I come out of his bosom,
  Until I come through the blue Jordan?

Despite how great is the dragon's
    wrath and treachery,
My feet were fixed on the rock;
  Jesus is directing my walk for me,
  And I shall not get to stray any more.