Pob llwyth ac iaith ddaw yn gytun
8,8,8,8
All tribes and tongues together come,
The scattered Jews and Gentiles, home;
Throughout the host a chorus runs,
Of special praise for Ethiop sons.
Hark, hark! the tide of song,
Rolls onward from the throng:
Soon Zion shall obtain
The purchase of Messiah's pain.