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Words: Lewis Hensley, 1867 Music: St. Cecilia, Kingsland Krist' ki 'joba Re de, Ki ase Re bere; F' opa-rin Re fo Gbogbo...

Saturday, 14 December 2013

MO TI NI JESU LORE

By William Charles Fry (1837–1882)

Mo ti ni Jesu lore
O j'ohun gbogbo fun mi
Oun nikan larewa ti okan mi fe
Oun nitanna ipado
Oun ni Enikan naa
To le we mi nu kuro nin'ese mi
Olutunu mi lo je ni gbogbo wahala
Oun ni ki n kaniyan mi l'Oun lori
Oun n'Itanna Ipado
Irawo Owuro
Oun nikan l'Arewa ti okan mi fe

Olutunu mi lo je ni gbogbo wahala
Oun ni ki n kaniyan mi l'Oun lori
Oun n'Itanna Ipado
Irawo Owuro
Oun nikan l'Arewa ti okan mi fe
O gbe gbogbo banuje
At'irora mi ru
O j'Odi agbara mi n'gba danwo
Tori Re mo k'ohun gbogbo
Ti mo ti fe sile
O si f'agbara Re gbe okan mi ro
Bi aye tile ko mi
Ti Satan' dan mi wo
Jesu yoo mu mi d'opin irin mi
Oun n'Itanna ipado
Irawo Owuro
Oun nikan l'Arewa ti okan mi fe

Oun ki yo fi mi sile
Be ki yo ko mi nihin
Niwon ti m'ba figbagbo pofin Re mo
O jodi ina yi mi ka
N k'y'o beru-keru
Y'o fi manna Re bokan mi t'ebi npa
Gba m'ba dade n'ikehin
N o roju 'bukun Re
Ti adun Re y'o ma san titi lai
Oun n'Itanna ipado
Irawo Owuro
Oun nikan l'Arewa ti okan mi fe

I’ve found a friend in Jesus,
He’s everything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
He's the Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll.

He’s the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
In temptation He’s my strong and mighty tower;
I’ve all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart, and now He keeps me by His power.
Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,
Through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal:

He’ll never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do His blessed will;
A wall of fire about me,
I’ve nothing now to fear,
With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory to see His blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll:



William Charles Fry

Born: May 30, 1838, Alderbury, Wiltshire, England (birth name: William Charles Fry). Died: August 24, 1882, Park Hall, Polmont, Stirlingshire, Scotland. Buried: Glasgow, Scotland. On New Year’s Day 1884, a monument to "The first bandmaster of the Salvation Army" was unveiled over his grave. On it was inscribed a verse Fry wrote: 

The former things are past, 
And ended is the strife, 
I’m safe home at last! 
I live an endless life! 

A bricklayer by trade, like his father, Fry was a versatile musician, playing the violin, cello, piano, cornet, and harmonium, and leading an orchestra and band at the Wesleyan chapel in Alderbury. He also helped the Christian Mission in Salisbury, and his family band accompanied Salvation Army founder William Booth in evangelism campaigns. 

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15 comments:

  1. thanks a lot PreciousAY. God bless you. Well done!

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  2. I think am still in love with dat song. Thanx, I actually don't really know d lyrics

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  3. Thanks a lot. I've been looking for this hymn

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  4. God bless you for providing this glorious services

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  5. I woke up just few minutes before 2 a.m with this song coming right from my dream till I woke up. I had to find the lyrics.
    Thank the so so much.

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  6. I so much loved this song but didn't know the lyrics. Kudos

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  7. Woke up on the very last day of the year with this song ringing in my head. And with this lyrics I was able to sing my heart through.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  8. I am so much in love with this song but didn't know the lyrics. thanks so much for the lyrics

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  9. Blessed Me!!!!!!!


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