The day it stopped raining in Blaenau
The slate roofs shone with glee
And all the sheep that I know
Sang this along with me:
Praise the maker of these gleaming hills
Praise the llyns, and bwlchs, and farms
Praise the sound of that ever-flowing stream
Praise the fire that calms;
Praise the table where we eat
Praise the conversation
Praise, o praise, these Dolwyddelan days
In this chapel-filled, praising nation
penned 26th February 1996, and still in the visitors book today