|Tire lemi se, mo ti gbohun Re
O nso ife Re si mi.
Sugbon mo fe n'de lapa igbagbo,
Ki nle tubo sunmo O
Fa mi mora, mora, Oluwa
Sib'agbelebu t'O ku
Fa mi mora, mora, mora Oluwa
Sib'eje Re to niye
Ya mi si mimo fun ise Tire,
Nipa ore-ofe Re:
Je ki n fi okan igbagbo woke,
Kife mi te siTire.
A! Ayo mimo ti wakati kan
Ti mo lo nib'ite Re;
'Gba mo gbadura si Olorun mi,
Mo ba soro bi ore,
Ijinle ife nbe ti ko le mo
Titi n o koja odo
Ayo giga ti emi ko le so
Titi n o fi wa simi,
Source: Yoruba Baptist Hymnal #230
|I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice, |
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith
And be closer drawn to Thee.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God
I commune as friend with friend!
There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.
Fanny Crosby was visiting Mr. W. H. Doane, in his home in Cincinnati, Ohio. They were talking together about the nearness of God, as the sun was setting and evening shadows were gathering around them. The subject so impressed the well-known hymn-writer, that before retiring she had written the words to this hymn, which has become one of the most useful she has ever written. The music by Mr. Doane so well fitted the words that the hymn has become a special favorite wherever the Gospel Hymns are known. (Source)