Y mae heddiw/heddyw nefol wawr

Y mae heddyw nefol wawr
    Yn llewyrchu,
Ac yn chwalu'r t'wyllwch mawr,
    Fel y fagddu;
  Ernes yw o fore llawn
     O'r uchelder;
  Ymddysgleiria'n eglur iawn,
      Haul Cyfiawnder.

Fe bregethir trwy bob gwlad,
    Y mae'n eglur,
Newydd iechydwriaeth rad,
    I bechadur:
  Caiff trigolion anial cras
      Gwlad Caffraria
  Brofi rhinwedd dwyfol ras;
      Haleluia.

Hwythau'r Hottentots, cyn hir,
    Dônt yn lluoedd
I ddyrchafu llef yn wir
    Tu a'r nefoedd;
  Yfed gânt o afon hedd
      Y Messia,
  A'u pur-olchi'n hardd
        eu gwedd;
      Haleluia.

Rhaid i'r Iesu'n helaeth gael
    (Y mae'n haeddu)
Gwel'd o ffrwyth ei lafur hael,
    A'i ddiwallu:
  Myrdd o'r Negroes, estron lu,
      Dônt yn fuan;
  Profi gânt o'i gariad cu
      I rai aflan.

Ninnau 'ymolchwn gyd â hwy,
    Yn y ffynnon;
Mae glanhâd trwy farwol glwy',
    In', rai duon:
  Ni chaiff trag'wyddoldeb maith
      Drai na diwedd
  Ar ein cân, a hyfryd waith
      Ei glodforedd.

There is today a heavenly dawn
    Gleaming,
And crumbling the great darkness,
    Like the extreme gloom;
  An earnest it is of a full morning
      From the height;
  Shines very clearly,
      The Sun of Righteousness.

To be preached through every land,
    It is clear,
News of free salvation
    For a sinner:
  Inhabitants of a rough desert may get,
      The land of the Kaffirs,
  Experience of the virtue of divine grace;
      Hallelujah.

They, the Hottentots, before long,
    Shall come in hosts
To raise a cry truly
    Towards heaven;
  Drink they may of the river of the peace
      Of the Messiah,
  And get their countenance
        purely washed beautiful;
      Hallelujah.

Jesus must get widely
    (He deserves it)
To see the fruit of his generous labour,
    And his outpouring:
  A myriad of Negroes, a foreign host,
      Shall come soon;
  They shall get to experience his dear love
      To unclean ones.

We too shall wash ourselves with them,
    In the fount;
There is cleansing through a mortal wound,
    For us, black ones:
  A vast eternity shall not get
      Ebbing nor end
  To our song, and the delightful work
      Of extolling him.