Troseddodd Adda pen pob dyn

Troseddodd Adda pen pob dyn,
Teyrnasodd angau ar bob un:
  Deddf sydd heb obaith, lle ni fedd
  I edifeirwch, nac i hedd.

Y gras, yr hedd, a'r purdeb oll,
Ro'ed im' yn Eden, aeth ar goll;
  Ni allaf ddirnad tra f'wyf byw,
  Y pellder syrthiais oddiwrth Dduw.

O ras didrai! trueni dyn
Mab Duw gymerodd arno'i hun;
  Ar ffrwyst o eitha'r nen y daeth,
  A marw o'i gariad trosom wnaeth.

Os daw y gyfraith yn ei grym,
A gofyn am berffeithrwydd im',
  'Does geny' ond
      dangos angeu loes,
  A gwaed yn llifo ar y groes.

gwelir:
  Duw er mor eang yw dy waith
  Fy haeddiant mawr yn nghanol ne'
  Mae'r graig mae f'enaid arni'n byw
  Mae rhyw ddirgelwch llawer mwy
  Ni fedd anglion er eu bri
  O Arglwydd cofia'th angeu drud
  O holl weithredoedd nef yn un
  Un ynfyd wyf heb fedru dim
  Y gras yr hedd a'r purdeb oll

Adam, the head of every man, transgressed,
Death reigned over every one:
  The law is without hope, it has no place
  For repentance, nor for peace.

The grace, the peace, and all the purity,
Given to me in Eden, was lost;
  I cannot grasp while ever I am living,
  The distance I fell away from God.

O unebbing grace! the wretchedness of man
The Son of God took upon himself;
  Swiftly from the ends of heaven he came,
  And die for love of us he did.

If the law comes in its force,
And ask for perfection from me,
  I have nothing to show
      but the throes of death,
  And blood flowing on the cross.

Adam our Father and our head,
Transgressed, and justice doomed us dead;
  The fiery law speaks all despair:
  There's no reprieve nor pardon there.






But, O unutterable grace!
The Son of God takes Adam's place;
  Down to our world the Saviour flies,
  Stretches His arms, and bleeds, and dies.

Justice was pleased to bruise the God,
And pay its wrongs with heav'nly blood:
  What unknown racks
      and pangs He bore!
  Then rose; the law could ask no more.