Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Ire ta su ni Eden

Ire ta su ni Eden
1.         Ire ta su ni Eden
            N’igbeyawo kini
            Ibukun t’a bunkun won
            O wa sibesibe.
2.         Sibe titi di oni
            Ni igbeyawo Kristiani
Ibukun t’a bukun won
Lati sure fun won
3.         Ire ki nwon le ma bi
Ki nwon k’osi ma re
Ki nwon n’idapo mimo
T’enikan k’y’o le tu
4.         Bawa pe, Baba si fa
            Obirin yi f’oko
            Bi o ti fa Efa fun
            Adam l’ojo kini
5.         Ba w ape Emmanuel
            Si so owo won po
            B’eda meji ti papo
            L’ara ijinle Re
6.         Ba wa pe Emi Mimo
            F’ibukun Re fun won
            Si se won ni ase pe
            Gege b’O ti ma nse
7.         Fi won sabe abo Re
            K’ibi, kan ma ba won
            Gba nwon npara ile re
            Ma toju okan won
8.         Pelu won loj’aiye won
            At’oko ataya
            Titi nwon o d’odo Re
            N’ille ayo lorun.

The voice that breath o’ver Eden
1.         The voice that breath o’ver Eden
That earliest wedding day,
            The primal marriage blessing,
It hath not passed away
2.         Still in the pure espousal   
            Of Christian man and maid
            The holy three are with us
            The three fold grace is said.
3.         For dower of blessed children
            For loved faith’s sweet sake
            For high mysterious union
Which nought on earth may break.

4.         Be present heavenly father,   
            To give away his bride
            As Eve thou gav’st to Adam
            Out of his own pieced side.
 5.         Be present, Gracious saviour,
            To join their loving Hands
            As thou dist bind two natures
            In Thine eternal bands.

6.         Be present, Holy spirit,
            To bless them as they kneel,
            As thou for Christ the bridegroom
            The heavenly spouse dost seal.
7.         O spread thy pure wings o’ver them!
            Let no ill power find place,
            When onward through life’s journey
            The hallowed path they trace.

8.         To cast their crown before thee,
            In perfect sacrifice,
            Till to the home of gladness
            With Christ’s own bride they rise.

Monday, 18 January 2016


Edward Perronet (1726–1792)

Edward Perronet was not an easy person to get along with. After being a minister in the Anglican Church for some time, he became fed up with what he felt was the church’s “nonsense” and became a Methodist, joining up with the Wesleys (John and Charles Wesley).

As a Methodist he faced persecution on at least one occasion, “Edward Perronet was thrown down and rolled in mud and mire,” as John Wesley recorded.
Perronet soon broke with the Wesleys over the issue of who could administer the sacraments.

He joined a group called the Connexion but later broke with them as well. It was as a minister of an independent church in Canterbury that he wrote this majestic hymn.

Whether Perronet intended the implication or not, the hymn points to the time all believers in Christ—regardless of petty disagreements—will join together in a celestial chorus.

All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all!

Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
 Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all;
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all!

Let ev’ry kindred, ev’ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all;
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all!

O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all;
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all!

Tuesday, 1 December 2015


Henry Francis Lyte (1793–1847)

Henry Lyte coined the phrase, “It is better to wear out than to rust out.” And Henry Lyte wore out when he was fifty-four years old, an obscure pastor who labored for twenty-three years in a poor church in a fishing village in Devonshire, England.

This hymn that was written shortly before his death was inspired by the words of the two disciples met by Jesus on the road to Emmaus: “Abide with us, [they said,] for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent” (Luke 24:29, KJV).

Note the fourth stanza, which carries such hope for the Christian. As Lyte wrote this, he knew he was dying of tuberculosis and asthma. It was “eventide” for him, darkness was deepening, and he felt very much alone. But he was not alone, and we are not alone even in our darkest times. Our Lord is with us, “the help of the helpless,” the one who never changes, our guide and security.

He will never leave us nor forsake us.


Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.