MISUBƆ DZIƑO FIAGÃ LA
O Worship the King
Words by Robert Grant, 1779–1838·Tune: LYONS
Scripture: Psalm 104
Eʋegbe
English
Verse 1
Eʋegbe
Misubɔ dziƒoʋuitɔ fiagãla Midziakpedaha na 'ƒe lɔlɔ̃ la Blema Mawuenye miaƒe akpoxɔnu Tsɔ kafuha ɖoatsyɔ na 'ƒe agbaɖɔ.
English
O worship the King, all-glorious above, O gratefully sing His wonderful love; Our shield and defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
Verse 2
Eʋegbe
Gblɔ eƒe ŋusẽ, dziamenuve ha Edo kekeli, wɔagbaɖɔ ɖe dzi 'Ƒe dziku nye dziɖegbe lilikpo ga Eƒe mɔ do blukɔ le ahom tutu me.
English
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Verse 3
Eʋegbe
Wòametakpɔkpɔ, aɖè kae agblɔe? 'Sɔgbɔ le yame, dze le keli me Etsrana tso to'o dzi yia baliwo me Eye wò dzana nyui l'ahũ kple tsime.
English
Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
Verse 4
Eʋegbe
Vi gbɔdzɔgbɔdzɔ'o Siwo nye kewɔ Wò dzie miekaɖo Magble mi ɖi o Wò blanuikpɔkpɔ li vase nuwuwu Miawɔ la, ta ʋli la, Ðela kple xɔla.
English
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.
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