Wel dyma'r dydd ni fyddaf drīst

Wel dyma'r dydd! ni fyddaf drīst,
  Cyfododd Crist, cōf ydyw;
O'r achos, galar gwyllt sy'n gwau,
  Drwy erchyll
      beiriau distryw!

Amlygodd Crist ei werthfawr rās,
  Pan sengodd deyrnas angeu;
I lawr fe sathrai'r gelyn sur,
  Gan ddryllio ei fur yn foreu!

Fe seliai'n llwyr faddeuant llawn,
  A nawdd i'w
      gyfiawn eiddo:
Y rhai a wneir
    drwy rinwedd grās
  Yn ddeiliaid addas iddo.

Agorodd ffordd,
    o eigion bedd,
  I ddinas hźdd oddiyno:
Am hyn diolchaf i fy Nāf,
  Os nerth a gāf i'w gofio.

gwelir: Amlygodd Crist hoff rym ei ras

See, here is the day!  I will not be sad,
  That Christ arose, to remember it is;
Because of this, wild lamenting is fleeing,
  Through the hideous
      cauldrons of destruction!

Christ made evident his valuable grace,
  When he trod the kingdom of death;
Down he trampled the bitter enemy,
  By shattering his rampart in the morning!

He would seal completely full forgiveness,
  And protection for his
      righteous possession:
Those shall be made
    through the virtue of grace
  Worthy tenants to him.

A way was opened,
    from the depth of a grave,
  To the city of peace from there:
Therefore I will give thanks to my Chief,
  If strength I get to remember him.

This is the day when Christ arose,
  So early from the dead;
Why should I keep my eye-lids closed,
  And waste my
      hours in bed?

This is the day when Jesus broke
  The pow'r of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
  And love my sins so well?

Today with pleasure Christians meet,
  To pray and
      hear thy word:
And I would go
    with cheerful feet
  To learn thy will, O Lord.

I'll leave my sport
    to read and pray,
  And so prepare for heav'n;
O may I love this blessed day
  The best of all the seven!