Wrth gofio weithiau'r ochor hyn

Wrth gofio weithiau'r ochor hyn
Rinweddau aberth
    pen y bryn,
  Rwyf yn anghofio cystudd f'oes,
  Gan orfoleddu yn Ei groes.

Mae arnaf hiraeth weithiau'n awr
Am fod ymhlith y dyrfa fawr,
  I roddi'r goron gyda hwy
  Ar ben yn Oen
      gâdd farwol glwy'.

O! ddedwydd ddydd! - pan ddelo'n lân
Y teulu adref, fawr a mân, -
  Hen un yn ol,
      y cloff na'r gwan,
  Yn moli Duw a'u dug i'r làn: -

Byth, byth ni raid ymadael mwy,
Nac ofni gelyn roi im' glwy':
  Caf weld yr Oen
      heb rhyngom len,
  A rhoddi'r goron ar Ei ben.

On remembering sometimes on this side
The virtues of the sacrifice
    of the top of the hill,
  I am forgetting the affliction of my age,
  While rejoicing in His cross.

I have a longing sometimes now
To be amongst the great throng,
  To put the crown with them
  On the head of the Lamb
      who got a mortal wound.

O happy day! - when the family shall
Completely come home, great and small, -
  Without any left behind,
      the lame or the weak,
  Praising God who brought them up: -

Never, ever need to leave any more,
Nor fear an enemy's giving me a wound:
  I will get to see the Lamb
      with no curtain between us,
  And put the crown on His head.