Gwyn fyd y dyn a gred yn Nuw,
  Efe gaiff fyw'n dragwyddol;
Ei hyder sanctaidd cadarn sydd
  Fel mynydd Seion siriol.

Tragwyddol fraich trugaredd gu
  Sy'n amgylchynu'i enaid;
O'r llaw alluog nid â 'ngholl
  Fyth un o'r holl ffyddloniaid.

Pe syrthiai braisg
    golofnau'r byd
  A'r brynian i gyd i'r eigion,
Saif Eglwys Dduw
    - ni sigla darn
  O gadarn sylfaen Seion.

Blessed is the man who believes in God,
  He shall get to live eternally;
His holy confidence is firm
  Like cheerful mount Zion.

The eternal arms of dear mercy
  Are surrounding his soul;
From his powerful hand never shall be lost
  Any of all the faithful.

If the stout pillars of
    the world should fall
  And all the hills into the ocean,
The church of God would stand -
    no piece would shift
  Of the firm foundation of Zion.