7. Tsimbi Khethwa(Gospel Bells)

Kha mivhundu na hothe.

Dzi divhadza a mulalo,

Wa u tshidzwa ha vhothe,

Mudzimu o funa,

Lwe a netshedza Murwa

Uri vhothe-ha vha wane,

U tshidzwa-ha nga ene.

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Dzi vhidza kha lothe

Kha mivhundu na hothe

Dzi vhidza dza disa,A mulalo wa vhothe.

Tsimbi khethwa dzi ramba,

Kha tshimima tsha vhothe,

Ni songo vha a sa tendi,

Na u hana tshilidzi,

Vhuswa ha vhutshilo;

Ha u fusha mimuyà

Naho zwivhi zwo tswuka

Zwi do tsheniswa zwothe.

Tsimbi khethwa dzi ramba,

Kha tshimima tsha vhothe,

Ni songo vha a sa tendi,

Na u hana tshilidzi,

Vhuswa ha vhutshilo;

Ha u fusha mimuyà

Naho zwivhi zwo tswuka

Zwi do tsheniswa zwothe.

1. After the Midnight

After the midnight, morning will greet us;

After the sadness, joy will appear;

After the tempest, sunlight will meet us;

After the jeering, praise we shall hear.

After the shadows, there will be sunshine;

After the frown, the soul-cheering smile;

Cling to the Savior, love Him forever;

All will be well in a little while.

After the battle, peace will be given;

After the weeping, song there will be;

After the journey there will be Heaven,

Burdens will fall and we shall be free.

After the shadows, there will be sunshine;

After the frown, the soul-cheering smile;

Cling to the Savior, love Him forever;

All will be well in a little while.

Shadows and sunshine all thro’ the story,

Teardrops and pleasure, day after day;

But when we reach the kingdom of glory,

Trials of earth will vanish away.

After the shadows, there will be sunshine;

After the frown, the soul-cheering smile;

Cling to the Savior, love Him forever;

All will be well in a little while.

0. How Great thou Art

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,

Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,

Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

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Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.  x2

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.

When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur

And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;

Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;

That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,

He bled and died to take away my sin.

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,

And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.

Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,

And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"