Eisteddaf wrth y groes

  Eisteddaf wrth y Groes
    A godwyd ar y Bryn,
  Lle curodd llawer oes
    Wrth ddrws y Nef cyn hyn;
Mae'r hawl i minnau, gwydryn ffol,
I wyn fwynhad y Nef yn ôl.

  Mi gara'r Iesu mwy,
    Dilynaf ôl ei draed;
  Mae bywyd yn Ei glwy,
    A chymod yn Ei waed;
Mi wn mai'r Cyfaill byth a lŷn
Ymhob ystorm yw Ceidwad dyn.

  Dioddefodd farwol gur,
    Yn sanctaidd ac yn fud;
  Ond sŵn yr hoelion dur
    Ddihunodd greigiau'r byd;
A chododd y ddaeargryn gre'
I ddweyd mai'r Iesu oedd Efe.

  Oferedd fyd dihedd,
    Yn hwyr y nawfed awr,
  Oedd agor newydd fedd
    I'r Atgyfodiad mawr;
Goleuni'r byd i ddynol ryw,
A Brenin trawyddoldeb yw.

  Pan aeth yr Haul i lawr
    Cymylwyd goleu ffydd;
  Ond torrodd newydd wawr
    Ar fore'r trydydd dydd,
Gogoniant byth i enw Duw,
Mae'r bedd yn wag, a'r Iesu'n fyw.

  I sit by the cross
    That was raised on the hill,
  Where beat many ages
    On the door of heaven before this;
The right for me, a foolish wanderer,
Blessedly to enjoy heaven is back.

  I love Jesus more,
    I shall follow the print of his feet;
  There is life in his wound,
    And reconciliation in his blood;
I know that the Friend who shall ever stick
In every storm in the Saviour of man.

  He suffered a mortal stroke,
    Sacredly and mutely;
  But the sound of the steel nails
    Awoke the rocks of the world;
And the strong earthquake arose
To say that Jesus was he.

  The vanity of a world without peace,
    Late at the ninth hour,
  Was to open a new grave
    To the great Resurrection;
The Light of the world to human kind,
And the King of eternity is he.

  When the Sun went down
    The light of faith was clouded;
  But a new dawn broke
    On the morn of the third day,
Glory forever to the name of God,
The grave is empty, and Jesus is alive.