Dacw uffern yn ei harfau

Dacw uffern yn ei harfau,
  Dyma bechod yn ei rym,
Dyma f'ofnau innau'n bygwth
  Na allaf eu concwerio ddim:
    Gallu'r nefoedd,
  Tyr'd i waered, dyma'r awr.

Dadrys rwydau sydd heb rifo
  Wedi eu taenu draw o 'mlaen;
Llosg bob gefyn sy'n fy rhwymo,
  A dy ddwyfol nefol dān;
    Gwna i garcharor
  Heddyw gael ei draed yn rhydd.

Dysg y galon drist i chwerthin,
  Dysg i'r mudan seinio cān,
Dysg yr ofnus gwan i gludo
  Uffern fawr i lawr o'i flaen:
    Dod wylofain
  Yn ganiadau Calfari.

O! na roi'r winwydden hyfryd
  Beth o'i ffrwythau i lawenhau
Enaid flinodd gan och'neidio,
  Enaid flinodd gan dristau:
    Deued bellach -
  Deued blodau, deued haf.

Llais y durtur
     doed i loni
  'Rhai na chadd ond gaua' 'rioed -
Mi, yr hwn ag sydd yn methu
  Cael fy meiau dan fy nhroed:
    Attal, Arglwydd,
  Angeu nes cael gweled dydd.

Pe cawn gredu i ti farw,
  A dioddef, yn fy lle,
Ac i ti bwrcasu trigfan
  I fy enaid yn y ne',
    Byth ni phwyswn
  Faint fy ngofid,
        faint fy ngwae.

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  Rhan II - O na roi'r winwydden hyfryd
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Yonder is hell armed,
  Here is sin in its force,
There my own fears threatening
  That I cannot conquer anything at all:
    Power of heaven,
  Come right down, this is the hour.

Undo the nets that are without number
  Spread yonder before me;
Burn every shackle that is binding me,
  With thy divine, heavenly fire;
    Make every prisoner
  Today get his feet free.

Teach the sad heart to laugh,
  Teach the mute to sound a song,
Teach the weak, fearful one to put
  Great hell down before him:
    May wailing become
  The songs of Calvary.

O that thou wouldst give from the lovely vine
  Some of its fruits to cheer
A soul wearied by groaning,
  A soul wearied by sorrows:
    Henceforth may there come -
  Let flowers come, let summer come.

May the voice of the turtle-dove
      come to cheer
  Those who have only ever had winter -
I, who am only failing
  To get my faults under my foot:
    Prevent, Lord,
  Death until I get to see day.

If I got to believe that thou didst die,
  And suffer, in my place,
Ac that thou purposed a dwell-place
  For my soul in heaven,
    Never would I weigh
  The extent of my grief,
        the extent of my woe.