Nid wy'n ofni tir y bywyd

Nid wy'n ofni tir y bywyd,
  Hwnw 'nghartref hyfryd yw;
Ond 'rwy'n ofni yr agendor
  Fawr sydd rhwng
      y marw a'r byw:
Angeu dwfn yw'r Iorddonen
  Wyf o hyd yn ofni ei brad;
Tonau ynt sydd raid myn'd trwyddynt,
  Maes o'r byd i dŷ fy Nhad.

2 Mi anturiaf, rhaid yw cynnyg,
  Nofio tonau,
      er maint eu grym,
Na fum etto, er y'm ganwyd
  Mewn fath donau mawrion ddim:
Gallu'r nefoedd fawr ei hunan
  Ddeil fy enaid llesg i'r lan;
Gras yn marw ar Galfaria
  Ydyw noddfa'm hysbryd gwan.

3 O bob enw yn mhlith dynion,
  Dyna'r enw goreu i gyd -
Duw dan hoelion ar y croesbren,
  Yno'n marw dros y byd;
Gwaed yn llifo ar Galfaria,
  Môr o haeddiant, môr o hedd,
Od oes dim a saif i fyny,
  Saif yn erbyn
      angeu a'r bedd.

4 Ofni'r wyf, ac etto canu,
  Canu wrth feddwl am y dydd,
Dan ymdrechu âg angeu creulon,
  'R â pob cadwyn gref yn rhydd;
Cyll pleserau'n lân eu gafael
  Os bydd angeu'n gongcrwr mawr;
Os y bedd ga'r fuddugoliaeth,
  Fe gwymp pechod yntau i lawr.

5 Cyll y pechod hwnw 'i afael
  Fynai f'ysbryd dan ei droed,
Hwnw barodd i mi riddfan
  Lawer cant o weithiau 'rioed;
Diwedd caru unrhyw bleser,
  Dechreu hyfryd
      haf o hedd,
Pan bo angeu'n gorfoleddu,
  Ac yn chwerthin ar y bedd.

gwelir: Tyred Arglwydd i'r anialwch

I am not fearing the land of life,
  That is my delightful home;
But I am fearing the great
  Gulf that is between
      the dying and the living:
Deep death is the Jordan
  I am still fearing its treachery;
Waves there are that I must go through,
  Out of the world to my Father's house.

I will venture, it is necessary to offer,
  To swim waves,
      despite how great their force,
I have never yet, although I was born
  In such great waves, at all:
The power of great heaven itself
  Shall hold my feeble soul up;
Grace dying on Calvary
  Is the refuge of my weak spirit.

Of every name among men,
  That is the best name of all -
God under nails on the wooden cross,
  There dying for the world;
Blood flowing on Calvary,
  A sea of merit, a sea of peace,
If there is any shall stand up,
  It shall stand against
      death and the grave.

Fearing I am, and yet singing,
  Singing while thinking about the day,
While overcoming cruel death,
  Every strong chain shall go free;
Pleasures shall completely lose their grasp
  If death shall be a great conqueror;
If the grave shall get the victory,
  Sin itself shall fall down.

That sin shall lose its grasp
  That kept my spirit under its foot,
That caused me to groan
  Many a hundred of times already;
The end of loving any pleasure,
  The beginning of a delightful
      summer of peace,
When death be rejoicing,
  And laughing at the grave.