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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...

Friday, 22 May 2015

Oluwa, Mo Gbo Pe Iwo

Words: Elizabeth Codner, 1860
Oluwa, mo gbo pe Iwo
Nro ojo 'bukun kiri;
Itunu fun okan are,
Ro ojo re s' ori mi.
An' emi!
Ro ojo re s' ori mi!</

Ma koja Baba Olore,
Bi ese mi tile po;
'Wo le fi mi sile, sugbon
Jek' anu Re ba le mi.
An' emi, etc.

Ma koja mi, Olugbala
Jek' emi le ro mo O;
Emi nwa oju rere Re,
Pe mi mo awon t' O npe.
An' emi, etc.

Ma koja mi, Emi Mimo,
'Wo le la 'ju afoju;
Eleri itoye Jesu,
Soro ase na si mi.
An' emi, etc.

Mo ti sun fonfon nin' ese,
Mo bi O binu koja;
Aiye ti de okan mi, jo
Tu mi, k' o dariji mi.
An' emi, etc.

Ife Olorun ti ki ye;
Eje Krist' iyebiye;
Ore-ofe alainiwon;
Gbe gbogbo re ga n'nu mi.
An' emi, etc.

Ma koja mi, dariji mi,
Fa mi roar, Oluwa;
'Gba O nf' ibukun f' elomi,
Ma sai f' ibukun fun mi. An' emi, etc.

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing,
thou art scattering full and free;
showers the thirsty land refreshing;
let some drops now fall on me;
even me, even me,
let some drops now fall on me.

Pass me not, O God, my Father,
sinful though my heart may be;
thou mightst leave me, but the rather;
let thy mercy light on me;
even me, even me,
let thy mercy light on me.

Pass me not, O gracious Savior,
let me live and cling to thee;
I am longing for thy favor;
whilst thou'rt calling, O call me;
even me, even me,
whilst thou'rt calling, O call me.

Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!
thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
speak the word of power to me;
even me, even me,
speak the word of power to me

Have I been in sin long sleeping,
long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
O forgive and rescue me;
Even me, even me,
O forgive and rescue me.

Love of God, so pure and changeless,
blood of Christ, so rich and free;
grace of God, so strong and boundless
magnify them all in me;
even me, even me,
magnify them all in me.

Pass me not; but pardon bringing,
bind my heart, O Lord, to thee;
whilst the streams of life are springing,
blessing others, O bless me;
even me, even me,
blessing others, O bless me.
The Story

“A party of young friends over whom I was watching with anxious hope attended a meeeting in which details were given of a revival work in Ireland. They came back greatly impressed. My fear was lest thir own fleece remain dry, and I pressed upon them the privilege and responsibility of getting a share in the outpoured blessing. On the Sunday following, not being well enough to get out, I had a time of quiet communion. Those children were still on my heart, and I longed to press upon them an earnest individual appeal. Without effort words seemed to be given to me, and they took the form of a hymn,” which as it was passed from one to another of the young people, “became a word of power.” --Source

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