Pan wyt ar fôr bywyd
ac o don i don,
Pan fo ofni suddo
yn tristáu dy fron,
Cyfrif y bendithion,
bob yn un ac un,
Synnu wnei at gymaint
a wnaeth Duw i ddyn.
Cyfrif y bendithion,
un ac un,
Cyfrif gymaint
a wnaeth Duw i ddyn,
Cyfrif y bendithion,
cyfrir un ac un,
Synnu wnei at gymaint
a wnaeth Duw i ddyn.
A yw baich gofalon bywyd,
ddaw i'th ran,
Gyda phwysau'r groes
yn llethu d'ysbryd gwan?
Cyfrif y bendithion
a rydd nerth i'r daith;
Yn lle cwyno, canu mwyach
fydd dy waith.
Os oes rhai yn meddu aur
a thir y llawr,
Cofia fod i tithau
etifeddiaeth fawr;
Cyfrif y bendithion,
maent uwch gwerth y byd,
Eiddot Iesu'n ffrind,
a'r nef yn gartref clyd.
Felly yn y rhyfel,
er mor danllyd yw,
Paid a digalonni -
drosot mae dy Dduw;
Cyfrif y bendithion,
mae ei engyl ef
Yn dy wylio nes it
gyrraedd fry i'r nef.
cyf. T G Thomas 1859-1937, Tre-boeth, Abertawe.
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When thou art on life's sea
and from wave to wave,
Whenever fearing sinking
is saddening thy breast,
Count the blessings,
every one by one,
Thou wilt be surprised at how much
God has done for man.
Count the blessings,
one by one,
Count how much
God has done for man,
Count the blessings,
Count one by one,
Thou wilt be surprised at how much
God has done for man.
Is the burden of life's cares,
coming to thy part,
With the weight of the cross
swamping thy weak spirit?
Count the blessings
which bestow strength to the journey;
Instead of complaining, singing henceforth
shall be thy work.
If there are those possessing gold
and earth's land,
Remember that there is to thee
a great inheritance;
Count the blessings,
they are worth more than the world,
Thou hast Jesus as a friend,
and heaven as a cosy home.
So then in the war,
although it is so fiery,
Do not lose heart -
Thy God is for thee;
Count the blessings,
his angel is
Watching thee until thou
arrive above in heaven.
tr. 2010 Richard B Gillion
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When upon life's billows
you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged,
thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings,
name them one by one,
And it will surprise you
what the Lord hath done.
Count your blessings,
name them one by one,
Count your blessings,
see what God hath done!
Count your blessings,
name them one by one,
And it will surprise
you what the Lord hath done.
Are you ever burdened
with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy
you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings,
every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing
as the days go by.
When you look at others
with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you
His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings
wealth can never buy
Your reward in heaven,
nor your home on high.
So, amid the conflict
whether great or small,
Do not be disheartened,
God is over all;
Count your many blessings,
angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you
to your journey's end.
1897 Johnson Oatman 1856-1922
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