Prydferth yw Seion adeilad fry

Prydferth yw Seion, adeilad fry,
Prydferth yw'r ddinas, - caraf hi!
  Prydferth yw'r pyrth
        o berlaidd liw,
  Prydferth yw'r deml - llawn o Dduw.
Ef a fu farw ar Galfari,
Egyr y perlaidd pyrth i ni.
    
    Seion, Seion, hawddgar Seion,
    Prydferth yw Seion,
          dinas dêg ein Duw.
  
Prydferth yw'r nefoedd -
      nos ni bydd,
Prydferth yw'r engyl glân y sydd;
  Prydferth yw'r ceinciau
        sy'n y 'stôr,
  Prydferth delynau
        drwy'r holl gôr;
Yno caf uno'r gydgan fyw
Addoli wrth draed fy Iesu gwiw.

Prydferth yw gorsedd Crist ein Pen,
Prydferth yw odlau engyl nen;
  Gorphwys a wnawn
        uwch ofna'r bedd,
  Mewn cartref hardd, o berffaith hedd;
Yno caf wel'd fy Mhrynwr cu,
I'r ddedwydd wlad dewch gyda ni.

Beautiful is Zion, a building up above,
Beautiful is the city, - I love her!
  Beautiful are the gates
        of a pearly colour,
  Beautiful is the temple - full of God.
He who died on Calvary,
Shall open the pearly gates to us.

    Zion, Zion, beautiful Zion,
    Beautiful is Zion,
          the fair city of our God.

Beautiful is heaven -
      there shall be no night,
Beautiful are the holy angels there are;
  Beautiful are the strains
        that are in the store,
  Beautiful harps
        throughout the whole choir;
There I shall get to join the living chorus
Worshipping at the feet of my worthy Jesus.

Beautiful is the throne of Jesus our Head,
Beautiful are the verses of sky's angels;
  Rest I shall
        above the fears of the grave,
  In a beautiful home, of perfect peace;
There I shall get to see my dear Redeemer,
To the happy land come ye with us.

Beautiful Zion, built above,
Beautiful city that I love!
  Beautiful gates
        of pearly white,
  Beautiful temple - God its light!
He who was slain on Calvary,
Opens those pearly gates to me.

    Zion, Zion, lovely Zion,
    Beautiful Zion,
          city of our God.

Beautiful heav'n
      where all is light,
Beautiful angels clothed in white;
  Beautiful strains
        that never tire,
  Beautiful harps
        thro' all the choir.
There shall I join the chorus sweet,
Worshipping at the Saviour's feet.

Beautiful throne for Christ our King,
Beautiful songs the angels sing;
  Beautiful rest -
        all wanderings cease,
  Beautiful home of perfect peace.
There shall my eyes the Saviour see,
Haste to his heavenly home with me.