Yng nghyn'lleidfa rhai di-ras

Yng nghyn'lleidfa rhai di-ras
Ni chaiff f'enaid ddim i'w flas,
  Hoff yw gennyf, Arglwydd cu,
  Ddod i drigfan dêg
      dy dŷ;
Lle Dewyrcha trwy y llen
Dy ogoniant îs y nen.

O na chasgl fy enaid drud
Gyda dynion drwg y byd!
  Gwared fi, fy Nuw, er dim,
  A'th drugaredd estyn im':
Yna, y'nghyn'lleidfa'th saint
Y'th foliannaf am y fraint.

In the congregation of graceless ones
My soul gets nothing to its taste,
  Delightful it is to me, dear Lord
  To come to the fair dwelling
      of thy house;
Where shines through the curtain
Thy glory below the sky.

O do not gather, my soul,
With evil men of the world!
  Deliver me, my God, from everything,
  And extend thy mercy to me:
There, in the congregation of thy saints
I shall praise thee for the privilege.