Pob gwagedd daearol aed ymaith yn drist

Pob gwagedd daearol
    aed ymaith yn drist,
Heb demtio fy llygaid
    na blino fy nghlust,
  Yng nghanol gorsedd-fainc
      drag'wyddol yr Iôn
  'Rwy'n gwel'd gweledigaeth
      o degwch yr O'n.

Gogoniant fe hardd-wisg
    am dano sy'n bod,
A'i waedlyd farwolaeth
    mae'n ddwyn megis nod;
  Saith ydyw ei lygaid,
      a saith yw ei gyrn,
  I ddweud ei ddoethineb
      a'i allu tra chwyrn.

Y llyfr seliedig
    ei dderbyn mae ef
O law'r hwn sy'n eistedd
    ar orsedd y nef;
  A Iesu fy Arglwydd,
      ca'dd edrych i hwn,
  Ar dywyll amcanion
      a phethau na's gwn.

Cymmanfa'r holl seintiau
    o'i amgylch ef sy'
Yn cwympo i addoli
    ger bron yr Oen cu,
  Mewn newydd ganiadau
      'fangylaidd eu sain,
  Rhoi mawl ac anrhydedd
      i'w enw mae rhai'n.

Gorfoledd, a bloeddio,
    a chydsain y saint,
Trwy'r bryniau tra'wyddol
    ehedig y maent;
  Ti'n unig wyt deilwng
      (bawb gwaeddant heb Gêl)
  I ddarllen y llyfr,
      a dattod pob sêl.

Cyd-seiniwn y nefol gân
    yna'n gyttun,
A chyd â hyfrydwch,
    O canwn bob un;
  Gan dd'wedwd, mai teilwng
      yw'r Oen ga's ei ladd,
  I fod i ni'n Athraw
      a Brenin bob gradd.

Ei brophwydoliaethau'n
    datguddio i ni sydd
Drag'wyddol gynghorion,
    amcanion fu 'nghudd;
  Ei râs a'i ddialedd
      cyflawnant ryw bryd
  Y geiriau lefarodd
      o heddwch neu lid.

Fe brynodd ein henaid
    rhag uffern a'i phoen,
A'i waed amhrisiadwy,
    gogoniant i'r Oen!
  A chyndyn drueiniaid
      na haeddent gael byw
  A wnaed yn gyfeillion
      heddychol â Duw.

Byth teilwng yw'r Arglwydd,
    addefed pob dyn,
Fu farw am drosedd,
    nid eiddo fe'i hun,
  I gael gan bob tafod
      ei foli'n ddilyth,
  Ac eistedd ar orsedd
      ei nefol Dad byth.

Let every earthly emptiness
    go away sadly,
Without tempting my eyes
    nor tiring my ear,
  In the centre of the eternal
      throne of the Lord
  I am seeing a vision
      of the fairness of the Lamb.

Glory like beautiful clothing
   around him there is,
And his bloody death
   he is bearing like a mark;
  Seven are his eyes,
      and seven are his horns,
  To tell his wisdom
      and his power so swift.

The sealed book
    receiving is he
From the hand of him who is sitting
    on the throne of heaven;
  And Jesus my Lord,
      got to look to that,
  On dark purposes
      and things I do not know.

The congregation of all the saints
    around him is
Falling to worship
    before the dear Lamb,
  In new songs
      of the gospel their sound,
  Giving praise and honour
      to his name are they.

Jubilation, and shouting,
    and the chorus of the saints,
Through the eternal hills
    fly they do;
  Thou alone art worthy
      (all shout without a lie)
  To read the book,
      and to undo every seal.      

Let us sound together the heavenly song
    there in agreement,
And together with delight,
    O let us sing every one;
  Saying, that worthy
      is the Lamb who got slain,
  To be to us a Teacher
      and King of every degree.

His prophecies
    revealing to us are
Eternal counsels,
    purposes that were hidden;
  His grace and his retribution
      shall be fulfilled some time
  The words he spoke
      of peace or anger.

He purchased our soul
    from hell and its pain,
With his invaluable blood,
    glory to the Lamb!
  And stubborn wretches
      who do not deserve to get to live
  Who were made friends
      peaceful with God.

Forever worthy is the Lord,
    let every man confess,
Who died for transgression,
    not his own,
  To get by every tongue
      praised unfailingly,
  And to sit on the throne
      of his heavenly father forever.

All mortal vanities,
    be gone,
  Nor tempt my eyes,
      nor tire my ears,
Behold amidst
    th'eternal throne
  A vision
    of the Lamb appears.

Glory his fleecy
    robe adorns,
  Mark'd with
      the bloody death he bore;
Seven are his eyes,
     and seven his horns,
  To speak his wisdom
     and his power.

Lo, he receives
    a sealed book
  From him that sits
      upon the throne:
Jesus, my Lord,
     prevails to look
  On dark decrees,
       and things unknown.

All the assembling
    saints around
  Fall worshipping
      before the Lamb,
And in new songs
    of gospel-sound
  Address their honours
      to his name,

The joy, the shout,
    the harmony
  Flies o'er the
      everlasting hills,
"Worthy art thou alone,"
    they cry,
  "To read the book,
      to loose the seals."

Our voices join
    the heavenly strain,
  And with transporting
      pleasure sing,
"Worthy the Lamb
     that once was slain,
  "To be our teacher
      and our king!"

His words
    of prophecy reveal
  Eternal counsels,
      deep designs;
His grace and vengeance
    shall fulfil
  The peaceful and
      the dreadful lines.

Thou hast redeem'd
    our souls from hell
  With thine
      invaluable blood;
And wretches
    that did once rebel
  Are now made favourites
      of their God.

Worthy for ever
    is the Lord,
  That died for treasons
      not his own,
By every tongue
    to be ador'd,
  And dwell upon
      his Father's throne.