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.