When in Our Music God Is Glorified
Words by Fred Pratt Green, 1903–2000·Tune: ENGELBERG
Eʋegbe
English
Verse 1
Eʋegbe
Ne mia hagbewo kafu Mawu gã Tadeagu xɔa dada teƒe hã. Ewɔ abe xexeame ɣli dom be. Alleluya!
English
When in our music God is glorified, And adoration leaves no room for pride, It is as though the whole creation cried: Alleluia!
Verse 2
Eʋegbe
Zigede ne miedzi ha la Nu yeye dzẽna le gbeɖiɖi me. Ke subɔsubɔ ɖia ƒo na mi be. Alleluya!
English
How oft, in making music, we have found A new dimension in the world of sound, As worship moved us to a more profound Alleluia!
Verse 3
Eʋegbe
Ðe Yesu medzi kafuha le zã Esi vɔɖitɔ la kpe akɔ kplia? Ke mina miadzi dzi ɖu ha nɛ be. Alleluya!
English
And did not Jesus sing a psalm that night When utmost evil strove against the light? Then let us sing for whom He won the fight: Alleluia!
Verse 4
Eʋegbe
Mina haƒomɔwo keŋ nakafui Nu siwo si gbe le la nekafui, Ma'u dzi xɔse nenɔa-nyi ɖaa miadzi Alleluya!
English
Let every instrument be used for praise; Let all rejoice who have a voice to raise; And may God give us faith to sing always: Alleluia!
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