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10 But I felt it too soon,
That my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it was turned into night.
11 Only pride could destroy
That innocent joy,
And make my Redeemer depart;
But whate'er was the cause,
I lament the sad loss,
For the veil is come over my heart.
12 Ah, wretch that I am!
1 can only exclaim,
Like a devil tormented within ;
My Saviour is gone,
And has left me alone
To the fury of Satan and sin.
13 Nothing now can relieve,
Without comfort I grieve,
I have lost all my peace and my power No access do I find
To the Friend of mankind;
I can ask for his mercy no more.
14 A wea nah sa tyo dokt'
Ne a on tro ri ke,
Ji ni yo nonh wak te n'a gwe ri;
A dam ji na a wen,
Sha hon wa te gwah te ka heh ta.
15 Ra gya ton tyon Ni yoh !
Te wa ga ta wen ri
Ok thi ga wea ni yo ji non weh;
Ne ji yah te wa tonhs,
A on sa ha ge no ronhk' Ye sus!
16 Yah thaon sa gat kets koh,
Ji non weh ton tye renht',
Wa ga don ha ren Ro ya nerh ne ;
Ne she gon ent hat snenht'
Ji ren ten ras en ga ri hon ni.
gor ha re Ka ronh ya geh.
1 Kaih hon hak ta tye ne Jor dan,
14 Tongue cannot declare
The torment I bear
While no end of my troubles I see :
On the day that he fell
And was turned out of Eden like me.
15 Driven out from my God,
I wander abroad,
Through a desert of sorrows I rove :
How great is my pain,
That I cannot regain
My Eden of Jesus' love.
16 I never shall rise
To my first paradise,
Or come my Redeemer to see;
But I feel a faint hope,
That at last he will stoop,
And his pity shall bring him to me.
HYMN 125. C. M.
Prospect of Heaven.
1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
2 Yo ton goh ton n'yo ya ne re,
Ka heh ti yoh nok ya we kon
3 Eh non tyo ton ni wa hi yos'
Tyoh na we rot' kah ne gi yoh,
4 I non eh non weh kar ha gon,
Ni yoh ro yea ah eh it res',
5 Yah te yo tho re ya o te,
6 Kat keh onht' iih eh yen ge we? A yon gya ta te rist;
Ji ra gonh son te Ra ni hah,
7 E so ji a ga don ha ren, A onh ten ti a gwe ri;
Yoh na wa det yah t'wak te ronhs, N'eh a ga dya ton ti.
2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
3 There, generous fruits that never fail, On trees immortal grow;
There, rocks and hills, and brooks and vale, With milk and honey flow.
4 All o'er those wide-extended plains
There God the Son for ever reigns,
5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath
6 When shall I reach that happy place,
When shall I see my Father's face,
7 Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,