Me Dwom Yɛ Dɔ Nwanwa

Verse 2

Ofii nhy'ra 'hengua so, De nkwagye brɛɛ nnipa, Nanso nnipa ampɛ Sɛ wohu Kristo no; Ɔno ne m'Adamfo ampa Me nti Ɔde Ne nkwa too hɔ.

Verse 3

Nnipa tumi gye No, To No ayeyi dwom; Na da mu ny'naa wɔto Hosana ma wɔn Hen', Afei wɔteam: 'Bɔ No 'sɛnnuam' De hwehwɛ sɛ wɔbeku No.

Verse 4

Dɛn na me W'ra ayɛ? Dɛn ne abufuw yi? Ɔmaa mpakye sɔree, Nif'raefo huu ade; Yeinom ny'naa ansɔ wɔn ani, Ɛno nti wɔsɔre tiaa No.

Verse 2

He came from His blest throne Salvation to bestow; But men made strange, and none The longed for Christ would know: But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed, Who at my need His life did spend.

Verse 3

Sometimes they strew His way, And His sweet praises sing; Resounding all the day Hosannas to their King: Then 'Crucify!' is all their breath, And for His death they thirst and cry.

Verse 4

Why, what hath my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite? He made the lame to run, He gave the blind their sight, Sweet injuries! Yet they at these Themselves displease, and 'gainst Him rise.

Verse 5

They rise and needs will have My dear Lord made away; A murderer they saved, The Prince of life they slay, Yet cheerful He to suffering goes, That He His foes from thence might free.

Verse 6

Here might I stay and sing, No story so divine; Never was love, dear King! Never was grief like Thine. This is my Friend, in Whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend.