Baba, Mo N'owo Mi Si O
Writer: Charles Wesley
Baba, mo n' owo mi si O;
Nko mo 'ranwo miran: Bi O ba kuro lodo mi, A! nibo ni ngo lo?
Ohun t' OmoRe f' ara da
Ki nto la 'ju s' aiye!
Ise t' O se lati gba mi
Lowo 'ku ailopin!
Orisun 'gbagbo, si O ni
Mo gb' oju are mi:
Mba je le ri ebun ni gba
Laisi re mo segbe.
Source: Yoruba Baptist Hymnal #220 | Father, I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know;
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah! Whither shall I go?
On Thy dear Son I now believe
O let me feel Thy power And all my varied wants relieve In this accepted hour
Author of faith! to Thee I lift
My weary longing eyes O let me now receive this gift My soul without it dies
Surely Thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live; And here I will unwearied lie, Till Thou Thy Spirit give.
How would my fainting soul rejoice
Could I but see Thy face Now let me hear Thy quickening voice And taste Thy pardoning grace
I do believe, I now believe
That Jesus died for me. And that He shed His precious blood From sin to set me free |
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