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4 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruit on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow:
Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry:

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 128. 8's and 7's.

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace: Streams of mercy never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon itMount of thy redeeming love.

2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

3 Ken ten rat wa gat ka ro te,
Ni ya de weh ni s'ra geh!
Ta gon sa ya ne renh se ra,

Toh sa te dya dek hah si.
Wa gya tah tonhs O! skwa ta go
Ge nya genhs ne Ni yoh neh !
Koh a gwe ri Ni yoh je nah,

Gon ya tah kwea nya yen hahs'.

TEYERIHWAHKWATHA 129. 6 lines 8's.

A on sa yon da tre wah te.

1 Ka ro ka seht sat ha hi ne,
Yah te gon yen te ri i se!
O hen ton ne a gi tyoh kwa,
A gon haah son gwa da ten re:
Enh ske nak tot hah se non wa,
Nok ten de ni rih wa gen hen.

2 Se rih wi saks onh ka ni ih,
Yo genht wa ge rih wa ne ren;
Nok i se wah ske na tonh kwe
Seh snon geh e tho ksea na re,
Ok onh ka gon rih wa non ton ?
Ne i se ox ha tak ro ri.

3 O, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to thee: Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love: Here's my heart, O take and seal it— Seal it for thy court's above.

HYMN 129. 6 lines 8's.

Wrestling Jacob.

1 Come, O thou traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see; My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee: With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.

2 I need not tell thee who I am;

My misery and my sin declare; Thyself has called me by my name,

Look on they hands and read it there : But who, I ask thee, who art thou? Tell me thy name and tell me now.

3 Sha he thoh en deh sah kwis ron,
Yah tha on sa gon yaht ka we;
I se genh ta gwen he ya seh?
Toh sa ta ge rih wah seh te;
Ten dya dye nah ji ni yo re,
Enh skro ri onh ka ne i se.

4 Sen ha genh en se rih wah seht'?
Sah sea na yah tha ah skro ri,
O tak ro ri wa gon ne gen,
Tka gon te en wak to gen se.
Ten dya dye na ji ni yo re,
Enh skro ri onh ka ne i se.

5 She gon nen wak hwis hen he yon, Ne ok en ga da di ten re;

O rih wi yo enh skat kets koh,
I se enh skya tah ni ra te !
Nok ji ni gon en t'wa dok ten,
Ne Ron wa yen' en ha gwe ni;

6 Ta gi tenr non wa sa thon dat,
I gen yah t'wa gya tah ni ron.
Ji tenr n'a gwe rya neh yo tenht,
Je nah gon rih wa ne gea ni;
Ka sa da tih ne gea nea ne?
Sah sea na A da de no ronh.

3 In vain thou strugglest to get free,

I never will unloose my hold;

Art thou the man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold :
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.

4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable name ? Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell;

To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.

5 What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long;

I rise superior to my pain :

When I am weak, then I am strong! And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.

6 Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair;

Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;

Be conquered by my instant prayer : Speak, or thou never hence shall move, And tell me if thy name be Love.

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