Wele'n dyfod ar y cwmwl
Lo! He comes on clouds of glory,
Circled by an angel-throng
Who proclaim His lofty titles
With their trumpets, loud and long.
Welcome, welcome, Son of Man!
Thousand thousands, myriad myriads
Bright attendants on the Lord,
See I rising from corruption,
At the mighty signal-word:
Full redemption now is come.
Now behold th' exalted Shepherd
Calleth one by one his sheep;
Lo! they rise with joy to meet Him,
None in earth or ocean sleep.
Thou shalt henceforth ever reign.
There for sin is no upbraiding,
Nought but pardon full and free:
Nought but his deep love, and merit
Shall now unforgotten be;
Fear hath vanished,
Joy and rapture overflow.
|Come, ye faithful servants, enter,
Blessèd children of your God:
Come, receive eternal mansions,
Purchased for you with my blood!
Come and welcome,
Now my love is satisfied.|