Dunsin Oyekan - Ogo Lyrics
Lyrics
Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb
Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb
We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever I won’t stop praising you I won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever I won’t stop praising you I won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever I won’t stop praising you I won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever We won’t stop praising you We won’t stop loving you Forever and ever, forever and ever
Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb Ogo ogo Hallelujah To the lamb, to the lamb
Video
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Meaning & Inspiration
Dunsin Oyekan’s approach to The Great Commission feels less like a studio project and more like a document of endurance. When you look at the repetition in these lyrics, specifically the phrase "Ogo ogo," you’re seeing a shift in how modern Nigerian worship music interacts with global congregational spaces. "Ogo" is Yoruba for glory. By anchoring the song in that specific vernacular, Oyekan isn’t just adding a linguistic flourish; he’s grounding the praise in a lineage that predates the CCM charts. It’s a deliberate reclaiming of the throne room.
There’s a tension here that’s hard to ignore. In Western markets, "Hallelujah" has often been relegated to a polite, predictable cadence. But listen to how Oyekan pairs it with "To the Lamb." He’s stripping the abstraction away. In Revelation 5, the Lamb is not just a symbol; it’s a living, wounded presence. By repeating "To the lamb, to the lamb" while cycling through "Ogo," he forces the listener to move past the aesthetic of the song. You start to realize the "vibe"—the driving percussion and the relentless pace—isn't meant to be atmospheric. It’s meant to be an anvil.
I find myself lingering on the line, "I won’t stop praising you." It’s simple to the point of being repetitive, but that’s the point. It pushes against the common fatigue of modern ministry. We’re used to songs that climax, drop, and resolve. This track refuses that arc. It stays flat, unrelenting, and exhausting. It mimics the kind of praise that happens when you’re tired of your own circumstances and you decide to stop negotiating with God.
Does the message get lost? If you’re looking for a clever theological hook or a poetic bridge, you won’t find it. But if you’re looking for the kind of sound that replaces the noise in your head, the repetition acts like a spiritual bypass. It circumvents the intellect.
There’s something slightly unsettling about a song that just... keeps going. It doesn’t invite you to sit down or reflect; it demands you stay in the ring. It’s a strange thing to witness in a culture that treats worship as a quick fix for a bad week. Oyekan is betting on the idea that if you say it enough times—if you chant "Ogo" and "Hallelujah" until you lose the ability to analyze the chord progression—something else might actually happen. Maybe the fatigue doesn't disappear, but the object of your focus finally sharpens. It’s not elegant, and it’s certainly not "chill," but it’s remarkably heavy. I’m not sure if it’s meant to be music you listen to, or an environment you inhabit until you change. Either way, it’s a difficult thing to turn off.