Now All the Woods Are Sleeping
Words by Paul Gerhardt, 1607–1676·Tune: INNSBRUCK
Scripture: Psalm 3:5
Eʋegbe
English
Verse 1
Eʋegbe
'Zɔ̃ avewo lealɔ̃ dɔm 'Ye zã ƒe viviti do ɖe Du'o, Ame'o, lã'o dzi Azɔ̃ wò nye dzi gbɔagbe 'Ye na do gbeɖa vevie Kafu wɔla, 'ye na dɔalɔ̃.
English
Now all the woods are sleeping, And night and stillness creeping O’er city, man, and beast; But thou, my heart, awake thee, To pray’r awhile betake thee, And praise thy Maker ere thou rest.
Verse 2
Eʋegbe
Nye Yesu ɖaanɔ gbɔnye. Futɔwo naga lilim o Ɣlam, Wòaʋala te. Ne futɔ do ŋɔdzi nam Mega na wòa ɖudzinye o Ke dɔla'o adziha ƒoxlam.
English
My Jesus, stay Thou by me, And let no foe come nigh me, Safe sheltered by Thy wing; But would the foe alarm me, O let him never harm me, But still Thine angels round me sing!
Verse 3
Eʋegbe
Lɔlɔ̃tɔ'o, migbɔ ɖe 'me Mia Mawu atsyɔ nu mia dzi Tso afɔkuwo me Ana na dɔ alɔ̃ nyuie 'Ƒe dɔla'o akpɔ dzi wò. Ɖɔla kɔkɔe'o adzɔ ŋuwò.
English
My loved ones, rest securely, From every peril surely Our God will guard your heads; And happy slumbers send you, And bid His hosts attend you, And golden-armed watch o’er your beds.
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