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Saturday, 9 January 2016

Mo Fe O N'gbagbogbo

Author: An­nie S. Hawks, 1872

Mo fe O n'gbagbogbo,
Oluwa Olore
Ko s' ohun ti nfun ni
L' alafia bi Tire.
Refrain:
Mo fe O, a! mo fe O,
Ni wakati gbogbo;
Bukun mi Olugbala,
Mo wa s' odo Re.

Mo fe O n' gbagbogbo,
Duro ti mi,
Idanwo ko n' ipa
Gbat' O wa nitosi.

Mo fe O n' gbagbogbo,
L' ayo tab' irora;
Yara wa ba mi gbe,
K' aiye mi ma j' asan.

Mo fe O n'gbagbogbo,
Ko mi ni ife Re;
K' O je k'ileri Re
Se si mi li ara.

Mo fe O n'gbagbogbo,
Ologo julo;
Se mi n' Tire toto,
Omo alabukun.


I need Thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like
Thine can peace afford.

Refrain
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour,
stay Thou nearby;
Temptations lose their power
when Thou art nigh.

I need Thee every hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is in vain.

I need Thee every hour;
Teach me Thy will;
And Thy rich promises
In me fulfill.

I need Thee every hour,
Most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed,
Thou blessèd Son.

Annie Hawks

Annie Hawks wrote:

One day as a young wife and mo­ther of 37 years of age, I was bu­sy with my reg­u­lar house­hold tasks. Sud­den­ly, I be­came so filled with the sense of near­ness to the Mast­er that, won­der­ing how one could live with­out Him, ei­ther in joy or pain, these words, “I Need Thee Ev­e­ry Hour,” were ush­ered in­to my mind, the thought at once tak­ing full pos­sess­ion of me.

After writ­ing the lyr­ics, Hawks gave them to her pas­tor, Ro­bert Low­ry, who add­ed the tune and re­frain. The hymn was first pub­lished at the Na­tion­al Bap­tist Sun­day School Con­ven­tion in Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio, in No­vem­ber 1872. Some years lat­er, af­ter the death of her hus­band, Hawks wrote:

I did not un­der­stand at first why this hymn had touched the great throb­bing heart of hu­man­i­ty. It was not un­til long af­ter, when the sha­dow fell over my way, the sha­dow of a great loss, that I un­der­stood some­thing of the com­fort­ing pow­er in the words which I had been per­mit­ted to give out to others in my hour of sweet se­ren­i­ty and peace.
 

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