Nyérém Aka

When the storms of fierce temptations beat
My refuge is the mercy seat
When satan in this journey has plotted me to fail
My anchor holds within the veil
When the wind is boisterous
And every other thing seems to be on a pause
My spirit cries to thee
Oh my saviour
The one who died for me

Chukwu bị N'igwe
Ekwela m dapu na okwukwe
Jidesie m ike
Kà m hari kpasu gị iwe

Nyérém aka
Nanị gi bu chukwu na edu m oh
Nanị gi bu ebe mgbaba m sirike

The elders say
It is the baby that raises up his hands
That wants to be carried
Lord look at me
My hands are lifted high
My voice is weak with cry
Lord hold my hands
Raise me out of miry clay
Keep me from backsliding
Nyérém aka...Chukwu
Chukwu bị N'igwe

I need your help
I need your help
Nyérém aka....
I need your help
I need your help
Nyérém aka