Praise my soul the king of heaven to his feet my tribute bring, ransomed healed restored forgiven who like me his praise should sing, praise him, praise him, praise him, praise the everlasting king.


it's the only hymn I no very well, and I normally feel this kind of joy in my heart when I sing it.
It's just too awesome!!!

I love hymns so dearly, in fact there was a time way back that I dedicated much of my time mastering hymn lyrics.

My favourites:

Abide with me fast fall the even tide, though darkness deepens Lord with me abide....
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, to a believer's ear........
Jesus my all, my God, my all, hear me blest Saviour when I call..........
Just as I am without one plea, but that Thy blood, was shed for me......
My hope is built on nothing else.............
Nearer my God to thee.........
Jesus keep me near the cross, there a precious fountain....
Rock of Ages, cleft for me.........
I am thine o Lord, I have hear thy voice...
GRACE GREATER THAN OUR SIN .............................
GUIDE ME, O THOU GREAT JEHOVAH .......................
I'm pressing on the upward way.............
I AM SO GLAD THAT OUR FATHER ...........................
It is well with my soul................
There's not a friend like the lonely Jesus, no not one.......
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross ..........
O God our help in ages past..........

On Christ d solid rock i stand
No other Friend like my lovely Jesus etc

O Sanctissima


O sanctissima, O piissima,
Dulcis Virgo Maria.
Mater amata, intemerata,
Ora, ora pro nobis.

Tota pulchra es, O Maria
Et macula non est in te
Mater amata, intemerata,
Ora, ora pro nobis.

Sicut lilium inter spinas,
Sic Maria inter filias
Mater amata, intemerata,
Ora, ora pro nobis.

Tantum ego sacramentum...... Benediction

What a friend we have in Jesus
All my pain and grief to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.......

I so much like dis hymn;
Shackled by a heavy burden
Neath a load of guilt and shame
Then d hand of jesus touched mi
And now I'm no longer d same
Chorus
He touched me,he touched me
And o,the joy dat floods my soul
Sumtin happened and now I know
He touched me and made me whole.

BEST HYMN EVER

bennyrazz: Oh my comrades, see the signal
Waving in the sky!
Reinforcements now appearing
Victory is nigh!

Chorus

Hold the fort, for I am coming
Jesus signals still
Wave the answer back to heaven
By the grace we will

I so much love it. Especially the Yoruba version.

SOUL OF MY SAVIOR

Soul of my Savior Sanctify my breast
Body of Christ be Thou my saving guest
Blood of my Savior bathe me in Thy tide
Wash me ye waters gushing from His side

Strength and protection May Thy Passion be
O blessed Jesus hear and answer me
Deep in Thy wounds Lord hide and shelter me,
So shall I never never part from Thee

Guard and defend me From the foe malign
In deaths drear moments Make me only Thine
Call me and bid me Come to Thee on high
Where I may praise Thee With Thy Saints for aye




Most songs I love are not hymns but scripted songs

My undisputed BEST is: There's Not A Frnd lyk The Lowly Jesus

Reminds me of.His love fr me n always leaves me emotional

my list are as follows;- Oh my comrades; I have found a friend in Jesus # I am thine o Lord # Fading away like the stars of the morning# Rise ye children of salvation # be glad in the Lord and rejoice........ kinda many sha

Kristian mase jafara;
gbo ba angeli re ti nwi
ni arin ota lo wa
ma sora.
(Christian seek not yet repose) CAC HYMN 768

I rank dem in this order:

1. Great is Thy faithfulness.
2. More love to Thee O christ.
3. Praise to the Lord the almighty.
4. Praise the saviour ye who know him.
5. Jesus is all the world to me.
5. T'is so sweet to trust in Jesus
6. One yoruba hymn like. Month f'aye mi is kawo re.
7. Abide with me
8. And The day Thou gavest lord is ending....

Jesus ,my Lord! I thee adore
I am thinking Today
Till we meet again(for farewells)
swing low,sweet chariot(segregated to burial nowadays).
Stand up,stand up!

I love all the Catholic hymns but I love more of scripted song.

Hail Queen Of Heaven
Hail Queen of heav'n the ocean star
Guide of the wand'rer here below!
Thrown on life's  surge we claim thy care
Save us from peril and from peril and from woe
Mother of Christ Star of the sea
Pray for the wanderer
pray for me!

O gentle chaste and spotless maid
We sinners make our prayers thro' Thee
Remind thy Son that He has paid
The price of our iniquity  Virgin most pure
Star of the sea   Pray for the sinner
O pray for me!

Y'all need to listen to the WatchTower hymns. I have been so blessed by them. Some of my favourites are 'God's wondrous works', 'I Want To', 'You see yourself', 'Labour of Lover', 'What sort of Person' and many more.

'God's Wondrous Works' in particular makes me weep bucketsful. Even thinking of the hymn right now has made my eyes misty.


''O God you know my rest and waking

When I lie down, and when I rise anew

You search my thoughts,

My innermost inclinations

The words I speak, the ways I walk

You know them too.


You saw when I was made in secret

My very bones not hidden from your face

You saw my form, its parts were down

in writing

I praise the wonder of your ways,

extol Your might.


Your knowledge, God, is wondrous,

fear inspiring

All these my soul is very well aware

If I should fear that darkness might enfold me,

You Spirit, God, will find me even there.


Where could I hide from you Jehovah?

Or be concealed, be hidden from Your face?

Not in the heights, not in the depths of Sheol

Not in the dark nor in the sea,

There is no where..."




O God...

*sob*

Hallelujah Chorus.

Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah

For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah

Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
(For the lord God omnipotent reigneth)
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah

For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
(Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah)
Hallelujah

The kingdom of this world;
Is become
The kingdom of our Lord,
And of His Christ
And of His Christ

And He shall reign for ever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever

King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
And lord of lords forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
And lord of lords forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
And lord of lords
King of kings and lord of lords

And he shall reign
And he shall reign
And he shall reign
He shall reign
And he shall reign forever and ever

King of kings forever and ever
And lord of lords hallelujah hallelujah
And he shall reign forever and ever

King of kings and lord of lords
King of kings and lord of lords
And he shall reign forever and ever

Forever and ever and ever and ever
(King of kings and lord of lords)

Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah

Jesus is all the world to me,
My life, my joy, my all;
He is my strength from day to day,
Without Him I would fall.
When I am sad, to Him I go,
No other one can cheer me so;
When I am sad, He makes me glad,
He’s my Friend.

Jesus is all the world to me,
My Friend in trials sore;
I go to Him for blessings, and
He gives them o’er and o’er.
He sends the sunshine and the rain,
He sends the harvest’s golden grain;
Sunshine and rain, harvest of grain,
He’s my Friend.

Jesus is all the world to me,
And true to Him I’ll be;
Oh, how could I this Friend deny,
When He’s so true to me?
Following Him I know I’m right,
He watches o’er me day and night;
Following Him by day and night,
He’s my Friend.

Jesus is all the world to me,
I want no better Friend;
I trust Him now, I’ll trust Him when
Life’s fleeting days shall end.
Beautiful life with such a Friend,
Beautiful life that has no end;
Eternal life, eternal joy,
He’s my Friend.

@iam_tewwy:
mine is old ruged cross deris one version i listen to on inspiration fm dat touch me have look for it all around yutube couldnt find it tho d others are good but i prefer d inspiration fm version

My best hymn also...we sang it today

Almighty, Jah Jehovah,
The freely giver of old,
My thanks present i before thee,
Proclaim Thy wonderful works.

Chorus: Hark, Holy Echo,
Carry my devotion forth,
Father Thy rod cling i unto,
Honey Thou my life me.

Almighty Jah Jehovah,
Stop my weeping in this world,
Save me from enemy's mockery,
Raise me o'er tribulations.

Almighty Jah Jehovah,
No good adviser for me,
Here i am with all my troubles,
Save Thou my prestige O God.

Almighty, Jah Jehovah,
Bless Thou my life for me,
Save me from witches and wizards,
Save me from all evil works.

Almighty, Jah Jehovah,
Be fruitful and multiply,
The barren look forth unto Thee,
Provide them with good Children.
C&S Hymn Book No. 20

Oga o,una don mention all my favourite hymn finish now. This is one of my best too.
.
Hear the footstep of Jesus is now passing by,bearing balm for the wounded,healing to those who apply,as he spake to the sufferer who lay at the pool,He's saying this moment will thou be made whole.
Will thou be made whole,will thou be made whole?
Oh come weay suferer,oh come sin sick soul,se the life stream is flowing,see the cleansing wave roll,step into the current and thou shall be whole.

Pls who knows a site that i can download hymns

There is not a friend like my lowly Jesus; no not 1 no not one; no one else could heal all our sorrows and griefs; no not one, no not one; CHORUS: Jesus knows all about our struggles; he will guide till the day is done; there is not a friend like the lowly Jesus; no not one, no not one!!!

PAGAN 9JA:
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.


I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.


By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.


I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.


Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.


How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Chapter 8

O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

blood of Jesus!

Takes me back to all saints cathedral

Lo he comes with clouds descending
One of my favorites


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYf4W5Fy_2w

IMMORTAL INVINCIBLE GOD ONLY WISE


1. Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
in light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.

2. Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might;
thy justice like mountains high soaring above
thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

3. To all, life thou givest, to both great and small;
in all life thou livest, the true life of all;
we blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
and wither and perish, but naught changeth thee.

4. Thou reignest in glory; thou dwellest in light;
thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;
all laud we would render: O help us to see
'tis only the splendor of light hideth thee.

Chanchit: Hymns by Fanny J Crosby.
Like Close to thee, Blessed Assurance and many more, she has over 8,000.

But some Yoruba hymns(though they have their english version) weh no dey fail for my church like:
Iwo tofewa lao ma sin titi,
Ebawa yin Oluwa Hallelujah.

CAC?

ultrazone: Old Rugged Cross!

pls whats d beginin of dis song?

kurt09: Almighty, Jah Jehovah,
The freely giver of old,
My thanks present i before thee,
Proclaim Thy wonderful works.

Chorus: Hark, Holy Echo,
Carry my devotion forth,
Father Thy rod cling i unto,
Honey Thou my life me.

Almighty Jah Jehovah,
Stop my weeping in this world,
Save me from enemy's mockery,
Raise me o'er tribulations.

Almighty Jah Jehovah,
No good adviser for me,
Here i am with all my troubles,
Save Thou my prestige O God.

Almighty, Jah Jehovah,
Bless Thou my life for me,
Save me from witches and wizards,
Save me from all evil works.

Almighty, Jah Jehovah,
Be fruitful and multiply,
The barren look forth unto Thee,
Provide them with good Children.
C&S Hymn Book No. 20

Edumare Jah Jehovah
I love it

One of my best hymns of all

Praise to The Lord the almighty the King of creation



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JvCmvlm-Qg