Safed yr haul safed yn lān

Safed yr haul, safed yn lān,
Uwchben Gibeon, fel o'r bla'n,
  I Israel Duw gael goleu mwy
  I ymladd ā'u gelynion hwy.

'Does gwanach milwr yn y byd
Nā mi'n y fyddin fawr i gyd;
  Cryf yw'm gelynion, gwan yw'm gras,
  Heb oleu'r Haul
      mi golla'r ma'es.

O aros, haul! heb fyn'd i lawr,
Aros uwchben y fyddin fawr,
  Aros, tra etifeddion gras
  Yn ymladd ar y gwaedlyd fa's.

Let the sun stand, let it stand completely,
Above Gibeon, like before,
  For the Israel of God to get more light
  To attack their enemies!

There is no weaker soldier in the world
Than I in all the great army;
  Strong are my enemies, weak is my grace,
  Without the light of the Sun
      I shall lose the field.

O stop, Sun, without going down!
Stop above the great army!
  Stop, while the heirs of grace
  Fight on the the bloody field!