Ar fin yr hen Iorddonen ddofn

Ar fin yr hen Iorddonen ddofn,
  'Rwy'n gruddfan ddydd a nos,
Yn teimlo weithiau chwant myn'd trwy,
  Ond eto'n ofni'r loes.

O na bai modd i mi yn awr,
  Ysgoi ei chenllif cry',
A 'hedeg uwch ei thònau mawr,
  I'r lân breswylfa fry.

Wrth imi gofio grym y dw'r,
A'r tònog genllif mawr,
A'r mynych rymus
    ddewrwych ŵr,
  A suddodd ynddi i lawr.

'Rwy'n teimlo arswyd tàn fy mron,
  Wrth gofio hon mae'n wir,
Rhag ofn mai boddi ynddi wnaf,
  Cyn cyrhaedd Canaan dir.

Ond pan y gelwyf draw o bell,
  Fy hen gyfeillion gwiw,
Aeth trwyddi'n lluoedd o fy mlaen,
  Heb arnynt boen na briw.

'Rwy'n teimlo hiraeth y pryd hyn,
  Am wel'd yr hyfryd awr,
Y derfydd i mi ofni mwy,
  Yr hen Iorddonen fawr.

On the edge of the old deep Jordan,
  I am groaning dy nd night,
Feeling sometimes n urge to go through,
  But still fearing the anguish.

O that there were some means for me now,
  To avoid its strong torrent,
And fly above its great waves,
  To the holy dwelling-place above.

As I remember the force of the water,
  And the great billowing torrent,
And the manifold strong
    brilliantly brave men,
  Who sank down in it.

I am feeling horror under my breast,
  On remembering this, it is true,
Lest I drown in it,
  Before reaching the land of Canaan.

But when I see yonder from afar,
  My old worthy friends,
Who went through it as hosts before me,
  With neither pain nor bruise upon them.

I am feeling longing at this time,
  To see the delightful hour,
When my fear shall cease forever
  Of the great old Jordan.