YEHOWA ƑE FIAZI ŊGƆ
Before Jehovah’s Awful Throne
Words by Isaac Watts alt., 1674–1748·Tune: DUKE STREET
Scripture: Psalm 100
Eʋegbe
English
Verse 1
Eʋegbe
Le Yehowa ƒe fiazi ŋgɔ Dukɔ'o midze klo kple dzidzɔ Minyae be 'ya koe nye Mawu Eteŋ wɔanu'o gatsrɔ̃ nɛ ha.
English
Before Jehovah’s awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy.
Verse 2
Eʋegbe
Eƒe ŋusẽ, miatɔ manɔme Etsɔ anyi wɔ mi katã Ne miebua 'be alẽ wo 'ne Ekplɔ mi va alẽha'o me.
English
His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again.
Verse 3
Eʋegbe
Mìa geɖe 'ƒ'agbo me kple ha, Miakɔ miaƒe gbe dzi bobo Anyigba kpl' aɖe akpewo Woakafui le ƒe fiazi gbɔ
English
We’ll crowd His gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill His courts with sounding praise.
Verse 4
Eʋegbe
Eƒe gbedede yɔ xexea me Eƒe lɔlɔ̃ li yi mavɔ Ƒe nyateƒe like sesie Seɖe ɣeyiɣi'o nuna yi.
English
Wide as the world is His command, Vast as Eternity His love; Firm as a rock His truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
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