O na bai fy mhen yn ddyfroedd

8,7,8,7,8,7,8,7

O that now mine eyes were fountains,

That I night and day might weep,

To see Zion in the desert,

On her journey gone asleep.

In its sin the wide world lying,

Zion halted -- sleeping fast:

With thy breath to wake the valley,

Come, eternal Spirit, haste!

Zion, wake! O hear the groaning

Of the earth beneath her wrong;

Time it is that thou wert stirring,

Why, O why hast slept so long?

Slumbered hast thou many ages,

And thy Lord account hath kept:

Shall thy foes say, Zion, Zion!

"None, as thou, so long hath slept!"