Kronkron, Kronkron Ne Abɔfo No Dwom

Chorus

Kronkron, kronkron ne abɔfo no dwom, Na mepɛ sɛ meboa ma s'ro abangua no wosow; Nso meto ɔgye dwom a wɔbɛbrɛ wɔn ntaban 'se 'Fisɛ 'bɔfo nnim 'nigye a yɛn nkwagye de ba no.

Verse 3

Nanao mete dwom fof'ro bi Wɔ nne a ɛyɛ dɛ mu; Ɛka sɛ yɛyɛ Nea Wagye Yɛn na Watɔ yɛn no de; Yefi ahohiahia mu na Yɛaba hann 'sase yi so; Wasi yɛn ntade no fitaa Bura a ɛsen kwa nom'.

Verse 4

Abɔfo gyina hɔ tie, na Wontumi nto saa dwom a Egyigye sɛ nsu a dɔm a Wɔaguar' wɔn mogyam to no; 'fisɛ dwom no fa akodi Ne wɔn nkonimdi no ho Woyi wɔn Gyefo kɛse a Wama wɔn 'Mo' na aye.

Verse 5

Ewom sɛ menyɛ 'bɔfo de, Nso minim sɛ s'ro hɔ no, Mɛfra nnwontofo` a wɔahy'ra wɔn Na 'bɔfo ntum' nka ho nom'; Mɛto n'Agyenkwa no ho dwom, Nea Ɔpataa me mm'rato Na Owu de gyee 'bɔn'yɛni Wɔ Kalbre sum mu hɔ no.

Chorus

Holy, Holy, is what the angels sing, And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring; But when I sing redemption's story, they will fold their wings, For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.

Verse 2

But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong, 'Unto Him who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,' is the song; We have come thro' tribulations to this land so fair and bright, In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.

Verse 3

Then the angels stand and listen for they cannot join that song, Like the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood washed throng; For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict'ries won, And they praise their great Redeemer, who hath said to them, 'Well done.'

Verse 4

So, although I'm not an angel, yet I know that over there I will join a blessed chorus that the angel cannot share; I will sing about my Savior, who upon dark Calvary Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free