Mi deithiaf tua'r hyfryd wlad

Mi deithiaf tua'r hyfryd wlad,
  Er maint y rhwystrau sydd;
Yng ngair fy Nuw ymddiried wnaf -
  Caf nerth yn ôl y dydd.

Fe gododd llawer gelyn llym
  I brofi grym fy ffydd;
Methasant gael fy mhen i lawr -
  Ces nerth yn ôl y dydd!

Os gwaeth, gelynion eto ddaw
  I guro f'enaid prudd,
Nid ofnaf ddim, ymlaen mi af -
  Caf nerth yn ôl y dydd!

Pan ddelo angau, brenin braw,
  I ddryllio 'mhabell bridd,
Nid ofnaf rym
    y gelyn cas -
  Caf nerth yn ôl y dydd!

'N ôl cyrraedd bryniau Canaan draw,
  A'm traed yn gwbwl rydd,
Fy melys waith
    fydd moli mwy,
  Am, nerth yn ôl y dydd!

I am travelling towards the pleasant land,
  Despite how many obstacles there are;
In the word of my God I will trust -
  I will get strength for the day.

Many keen foes arose 
  To test the strength of my faith;
They failed to bring down my head -
  I got strength for the day.

If worse, enemies still come
  To strike my sad soul,
I will fear nothing, onwards I will go -
  I will get strength for the day!

When comes death, the king of terror
  To shatter my tent of soil,
I will not fear the force
    of the detestable enemy
  I will get strength for the day!

After reaching yonder hills of Canaan,
  With my feet completely free,
My sweet work will be
    to praise henceforth,
  For, strength for the day!

A pilgrim to the pleasant Land,
  Oft hindered on the way,
I keep the path and trust my God -
  For strength comes with the day.

Often have foes beset my soul,
  Which would my faith betray;
But they have failed to lay me low -
  For strength came with the day.

And should worse enemies arise
  In pitiless array,
My way is forward, fearing nought -
  For strength comes with the day.

When Death, the king of terrors, comes,
  To break my tent of clay,
I shall not fear
    his ruthless arm -
  For strength comes with the day.

When I shall stand on Canaan's hills,
  In freedom's perfect way,
How sweet will be
    the joy of praise
  For strength with every day!