Now the Joyful Bells A-Ringing
Tune: NOS GALAN
Scripture: Psalm 148:9; Matthew 2:11; Luke 2:14
Eʋegbe
English
Verse 1
Eʋegbe
Dzidzɔ gawo le ɖiɖim ɖaa! Towo mikafu Mawu. Dzidzɔ míí abe xewo 'ne Towo mikafu Mawu Azãgbe ɣeyiɣi la ɖo Nɔvi'o midzra ɖo ɖi nɛ. Ehe mía dzidzɔhawo vɛ Towo mikafua Ƒetɔ.
English
Now the joyful bells a-ringing, All ye mountains, praise the Lord! Lift our hearts like birds a-winging, All ye mountains, praise the Lord! Now our festal season bringing Kinsmen all to bide and board, Sets our cheery voices singing: All ye mountains, praise the Lord!
Verse 2
Eʋegbe
Aƒea 'ɖeka mesɔ kplii o. 'Fi si to'o kafunɛ le Míetsɔ beléle na mía gbe'o Fi si to'o kafunɛ le Míenya be Kristo nye míatɔ Si bla mí katã ɖeka; Eya nye Ma-ri-a Vi la. Fi si to'o kafunɛ le.
English
Dear our home as dear none other; Where the mountains praise the Lord! Gladly here our care we smother; Where the mountains praise the Lord! Here we know that Christ our brother Binds us all as by a cord: He was born of Mary mother Where the mountains, praise the Lord!
Verse 3
Eʋegbe
Le vuvɔ kple afuxeɣi Towo mikafu Mawu Ŋutifafa nɔ miadzi ɖa Towo mikafu, Mawu Mi katã míekpɔ 'ƒe nyonyo, Ŋea-bolo, de yi'o akù. Na mía dzi'o nakpɔ 'ƒe keklẽ Towo mikafu Mawu.
English
Cold the year, new whiteness wearing, All ye mountains, praise the Lord! Peace, good will to us a-bearing, All ye mountains praise the Lord! Now we all God’s goodness sharing Break the bread and sheath the sword: Bright our hearts the signal flaring, All ye mountains, praise the Lord!
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