O Sing, My Soul, Your Maker’s Praise
Words by Julius Krohn, 1835–1888·Tune: FINLAND
Scripture: Psalm 34
Eʋegbe
English
Verse 1
Eʋegbe
Luʋɔnye dzi ha na wɔla Akpedahawo neɖi 'Ƒe lɔlɔ̃ yɔ xexea me fũu. Medi Mawu fe dzifo nunanawo Eƒe nu matso-o Eƒe dɔlawo sa agba. Ðe elɔ̃lawo ŋuti.
English
O sing my soul, your Maker’s praise In grateful hymns ascending; Whose steadfast love has crowned your days With heav’nly gifts unending. I sought the Lord, He heard my cry; His holy angels hover nigh The tents of those who love Him.
Verse 2
Eʋegbe
Mawu yra ame siwo dia Eƒe mo le veveɣi Naa dzidzeme ame gbɔdzɔ Henaa yayra gbe sia gbe. Veve ava zã ɖeka pɛ Dzidzɔ av'aƒe ne ŋu ke. Kple yayrawo tso egbɔ.
English
The Lord is good to those who seek His face in time of sorrow, Providing comfort to the weak And grace for each tomorrow. Though grief may tarry for a night, The morn shall break in joy and light With blessings from His presence.
Verse 3
Eʋegbe
Mawu tɔe nye ŋutifafa Ne dzi gbagbatɔwo yɔe Eƒe dɔmenyo nu mayi. Na evɔ̃lawo kpɔ o Mawu magbe etɔwo o Eƒe dziƒo Fiazi li ke Eƒe fiaɖuƒe li ɖaa.
English
The Lord will turn His face in peace When troubled souls draw near Him; His lovingkindness shall not cease To those who trust and fear Him. Our God will not forsake His own; Eternal is His heav’nly throne; His kingdom stands forever.
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