Wele dy Frenhin, Seion fwyn,
  Yn dyfod oddi fry:
Crechwena, ferch, a derbyn Ef
  Yn llon, mewn clodydd cu.

Mae'n d'od at garcharorion gwael,
  O'u rhwymau i'w rhyddhau:
Y bythol byrth,
    a'r dorau pres
  Sy'n agor iddo'n glau.

Y galon ddrylliog a iachâ
  Yn hylwydd ac yn hael;
A chyflawn yw o bob rhyw ras
  I gyfoethogi'r gwael.

Mewn sain hosanna, Frenhin hedd,
  Mawr groesaw iti fydd:
Y nef ar gan ddadseinia'th glod
  Yn wastad nos a dydd.

See thy King, dear Zion,
  Coming from above:
Smile, daughter, and receive Him
  Cheerfully, in fond praises.

He is coming to wretched prisoners,
  From their bonds to free them:
The everlasting portals,
    and the doors of brass
  Are opening to him readily.

The broken heart he will heal
  Prosperously and generously;
And full he is of every kind of grace
  To enrich the wretched.

In a sound of Hosanna, King of Peace,
  A great welcome to thee there will be:
The heaven in song echoes thy praise
  Constantly night and day.

Hark, the glad sound! The Saviour comes,
  The Saviour promised long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
  And every voice a song.

He comes the prisoners to release,
  In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass
    before Him burst,
  The iron fetters yield.

He comes the broken heart to bind,
  The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of His grace
  To enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
  Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And Heaven's eternal arches ring
  With Thy belovèd name.