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1.CAC HYMN 967 Yoruba

1. A nsoro ile 'bukun ni,
Ile didan at'ile ewa;
'Gbagbogbo l'a nso t'ogo re
Y'o ti dun to lati de 'be!

2. A nsoro ita wura Re;

Oso odi re ti ko l'egbe
'Faji re ko se f'enu so;
Y'o ti dun to lati de 'be!

3. A nso p'ese ko si nibe!

Ko s'aniyan at'ibanuje,
Pelu 'danwo l'ode, ninu;
Y'o ti dun to lati de 'be!

4. A nsoro orin iyin re.

Ti a kole f'orin aye we,
B'o ti wu k'orin wa dun to
Y'o ti dun to lati de 'be!

5. A nsoro isin ife re

Ti agbada t'awon mimo nwo,
Ijo akobi ti oke;
Y'o ti dun to lati de'be

6. Jo Oluwa l'onakona,
Sa se emi wa ye fun orun:
Laipe awa na yio mo
B'o ti dun to lati de 'be.
Amin.

CAC HYMN 967 ENGLISH

1. We speak of the realms of the Blest,
Of that country so bright and so fair
And oft are its glories confess'd;
But what must it be to be to be there?

2. We speak of its pathways of gold,

Of its walls deek'd with Jewels most rare
Its wonders and pleasures untold
But what must it be to be there?
3. We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without and within?
But what must it be to be there?

4. We speak of its anthems of praise,

With which we can never compare,
The sweetest on earth we can raise;
But what must it be to be there?

5. We speak of its service of love,

Of the robes which the glorified wear,
The Church of the First-born above;
But what must it be to be there?

6. Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure of woe,

Still for Heav'n our spirits prepare,
And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.

Amen.

2. CAC HYMN 965 YORUBA

1. “Lae lodo Oluwa,”
Amin, beni kori,
Iye wa ninu oro na,
Aiku ni titi lae
Nihin ninu ara
Mo s'ako jina si I
Sibe alale ni mo nfi
Ojo kan sunmo 'le.

2. Ile Baba l'oke

Ile okan mi ni:
Emi nfi oju igbagbo
Wo 'bode wura re!
Okan mi nfa pupo
S'ile na ti mo fe
Ile didan, t'awon mimo,
Jerusalemu t'orun.

3. Awosanma dide,
Gbogbo ero mi pin;
 Bi adaba Noa, mo nfo
Larin iji lile
Sugbon sanma kuro,
Iji si rekoja
Ayo ati alafia
Si gba okan mi kan.

4. L'oro ati l'ale,

L'osan ati l'oru
Mo ngbo orin orun bori
Rudurudu aye;
Oro ajinde ni,
Hiho isegun ni;
Lekan si, lae l'od'Oluwa,
Amin, beni k'o ri.
Amin.

CAC HYMN 965 ENGLISH

1. Forever with the Lord! Amen; so let it be:
Life from the dead is in that word,
'Tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

2. My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near,
At times, to faith's fore seeing eye,
Thy golden gates appear!
Ah! Then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

3. Yet clouds will intervene

And all my prospect flies
Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies
Anon the clouds depart
The winds and waters cease
While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart
Expands the bow of peace.
4. I hear at morn and ev'n
At noon and midnight hour
The choral harmonies of heav'n
Earth's babel – tongues o'erpow'r
That resurrection word,
That shout of victory,
Once more, for ever with the Lord
Amen; so let it be.

Amen.

3.CAC HYMN 963 YORUBA

1. Jerusalem' t'orun
L'orin mi, ilu mi!
Ile mi bi mba ku;
Ekun ibukun mi;

Ibi ayo!
Nigbawo ni
Un o r'oju Re
Olorun mi?

2. Nibe l'Oba mi wa,

T'a da l'ebi l'aye;
Angeli nkorin fun,
Won si nteriba fun.

3. Patriark igbani,
Par'ayo won nibe
Awon woli, won nwo,
Omo Alade won!

4. Nibe ni mo le ri
Awon Aposteli;
At'awon akorin
Ti nlu harpu wura

5. Ni agbala wonni,
Ni awon Martir wa;
Won wo aso ala,
Ogo bo ogbe won.

6. T'emi yi sa su mi,
 Ti mo ngb'ago Kedar;
Ko si 'ru yi loke,
Nibe ni mo fe lo
Amin.

CAC HYMN 963 ENGLISH

1. Jerusalem on high
My song and city is
My home whene'er I die
The center of my bliss.
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy
face!

2. There dwells my Lord, my King,

Judged here until to live;
There angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give.

3. The patriarchs of old

There from their travels cease;
The prophets there behold
Their long'd-for Prince of peace.

4. The Lamb's apostles there

I might with joy behold;
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold.

5. The bleeding martyrs, they

Within those courts are found;
All cloth'd in pure array
Their scars with glory crown'd.

6. Ah me! ah! me! That I

In Kedar's tents here stay:
No place like this on high;
Thither, Lord, guide my way.
Amen.