Fe syrthiodd pen cyfammod Eden do

Fe syrthiodd pen cyfammod
    Eden, do,
Ni safai'n syth - bydd
    tristwch byth o'r tro;
  Ond saif yr Ail, a'i
      gadarn sail ni syrth,
  Gwnaid uffern gas ei
      phwrpas gyda'i phyrth.

Cyfamod pur,
    ni n'widir yn y ne',
I ddamnio'r plant,
    os llithrant hwy o'u lle;
  Fe saif ei dir, ni
      syflir byth mo'i sail,
  Mae'n ammod hedd,
      ar rinwedd Adda'r ail.

'Does bwlch yn hwn,
    fel modrwy'n grwn y mae,
A'i glwm mor glòs,
    heb os, nac oni bae;
  Nid all y plant ddim
      gwerthu eu meddiant mwy,
  Mae gan Dduw gylch,
       a'u deil, o'u hamgylch hwy.

Tra safo'n siwr
    y Pen-ammodwr mawr,
Y plant nid ânt,
    ni lithrant byth i lawr;
  Er myn'd i'r bedd,
      a'u gwedd yn ddigon gwael,
  D'wed wrth eu llwch -
      'Dowch! codwch! rhaid eich cael!

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  Rhan I - Cyfammod hedd cyfammod cadarn Duw

The head of the covenant of
    Eden fell, yes he did,
He would not stand straight - there
    shall ever be sadness from the time;
  But the Second shall stand, and his
      firm foundation shall not fall,
  Detestable hell made its
      purpose with its gates.

A pure covenant, that shall
    not be changed in heaven,
To condemn the children,
    if they slip from their place;
  It will stand its ground, its foundation
      shall never be shifted,
  It is a pledge of peace,
      on the merit of the second Adam.

There is no gap in this,
    round like a ring it is,
And it will stick so closely,
    no if, no unless;
  The children cannot
      sell their possession any more,
  God has a circle,
      that that will hold them, around them.

While ever sure stands
    the great Chief-contractor,
The children shall not go,
    nor ever slip down;
  Despite going to the grave, with their
      condition sufficiently poor,
  He will say to their dust -
      "Come! arise! ye must receive!"