Writer: John Newton Fun aanu t' o po b' iyanrin, Ti mo ngba lojojo La...
Writer: John Newton
Fun aanu t' o po b' iyanrin,
Ti mo ngba lojojo Lat' odo Jesu Oluwa, Kili emi le tun?
Lat' inu okan mi?
Ese ti ba gbogbo re je,
Ofo li o si je.
Eyi l' ohun t' emi o se,
F' ohun t' O se fun mi;
Em' o mu ago igbala,
Ngo kepe Olorun.
Eyi l'ope ti mo le da,
Emi osi, are;
Ngo f' ebun Re se iyanju
Lati ma bere si.
Emi ko le sin b' o ti to,
Nko n' ise kan t' o pe;
Sibe ngo du ki nsogo pe
Gbese mi l' o po ju.
| For mercies, countless as the sands, Which daily I receive From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands, My soul what canst thou give?
Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth? My best is stained and dyed with sin, My all is nothing worth.
Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all he has bestowed; Salvation's sacred cup I'll take And call upon my God.
The best returns for one like me,
So wretched and so poor; Is from his gifts to draw a plea, And ask him still for more.
I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast; Yet would I glory in the thought That I shall owe him most. |
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