-She was born on june 28, 1851 in Philadelphia Pennsylvania
-Her father’s name is James Stratton Hewitt was a sea captain who was born in New Jersey in 1823. Her mother was Zeruiah Edmunds born in 1823
-She attended the public school of Philadelphia and after her graduation from high school became a teacher
– She studied English Literature
-According to bereanbibleheritage.org, she became bedridden because of a spinal condition, the illness may have come from a boy being disciplined striking her in the back with a heavy slate, she was put in a cast for six months
-She developed a spinal malady which cut short her career.
– she died in Philadelphia on April 24,1920.
1.Kos’Olugbala miran Ko s’ore bi Jesu
Orun ife Re ki wo ’Gbati ’fe aiye tan
Ninu erun, tab’ojo On l’ogo ayo mi
Emi ’ba le fi gbogbo Aiye mi sise fun.
CHORUS: Kosi Olugbala bi ti Jesu Ko si Ore ti a le fi we Ko si Olugbala bi ti Jesu Ogo! ogo! Jesu
- Ko s’Olugbala miran Nigba idamu nla
O fa mi sunmo’do Re Lati tun mi ninu
O nfi agbara fun mi Lati bori ’danwo
O nf ’angeli yi mi ka T’o nyo mi n’nu ewu.
- Ko s’Olugbala miran O dar’ese mi ji
Emi Re di kanga nla Ti nsan nin’okan mi
O pe mi si ise Re Mo di ohun-elo
Iyanu t’o ga julo Pe mo di omo Re.
- Ko s’Olugbala miran Wa to adun Re wo
O ti f’Emi Re ra o O ta ’je Re sile
Gbat’a ba goke orun S’ilu imole nla
Ao b’awon Angel’ korin Iyin s’Olugbala
THERE’S no one like my Saviour; No friend can be like Him;
My never-failing sunshine When earthly lights grow dim;
When summer flow’rs are blooming, The brightness of my joy,
O, may His happy service My heart and life employ
CHORUS: No one, no one such like my precious Saviour, No one, no one a friend can be No
one, no one like my precious Saviour, Glory, glory, Jesus cares for me.
- There’s no one like my Saviour; In seasons of distress,
He draws me closer to Him, To comfort and to bless;
He gives me in temptation, The strength of His right arm;
His angels camp around me, To keep me from all harm.
- There’s no one like my Saviour, He pardons all my sin,
And gives His Holy Spirit, A springing well within;
He leads me out to service, With gentle touch and mild;
O, wonder of all wonders,That I should be His child.
- There’s no one like my Saviour, Come now, and find it true!
He gave His life a ransom, His blood was shed for you;
Then when we reach the City Of everlasting light,
We’ll sing with saints and angels, All honour, power and might.