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HYMN 43. 8 lines 8's.

Rejoicing and Praise.

1 A fountain of life and of grace,
In Christ our Redeemer we see,
For us, who his offers embrace;
For all, it is open and free :
Jehovah himself doth invite

To drink of his pleasures unknown ;
The streams of immortal delight,
That flow from his heavenly throne.

2 As soon as in him we believe,

By faith of his Spirit we take ;

And freely forgiven, receive
The mercy for Jesus's sake.
We gain a pure drop of his love;
The life of eternity know;
Angelical happiness prove,

And witness a heaven below.


TEYERIHWAHKWATHA 44. 8 lines 8's.


don ha ren oni a hon wa yon we sah te.

1 Yo neh ra gwaht ki ok ho ni,
Yah te te wat to gas ne thoh ;
Kat ke Ye sus on sa hi gen,
Ya wek on ji ni ho ye ren :
Ya wek on ne ji ten ho gon,
Ya wek on ne yo ji jon te;
Ok ho ri wa gon a gwe gon,
Ne yon gwa rih wa ye sah ton.

2 A gen hi hen yo rah kwa det,
Nok ne tyon gwa gah ra ga ras;
Ok ho ri wa gon nen ne eh,
Te wa gen ka hen ti yo se :

Nok kat keh yen wak kwaht se ne,
Onh teh ne ra on hat s'ra gon,
Jot hor' eh ni da yon we senh,
Ji ni yoht ye yen thoh tha May.

3 Ra oh sea na yo nen hon te,
Ats ho go waht se ra na ah,
Ya wek on onh ji hon ne thoh ;
Ne ra o rea na do genh ty:

O ni ra o wea na o gon,
Ra o hen ton yo don ha rak,
A hi ya ton ha ren i ih;
Yah o the non te jot te ronk.

HYMN 44. 8 lines 8's.

Rejoicing and Praise.

1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, When Jesus no longer I see ;

Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,

Have all lost their sweetness to me :

The midsummer sun shines but dim,

The fields strive in vain to look gay;

But when I am happy in him,

December's as pleasant as May.

2 His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice :

His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice;
I should, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear,
No mortal so happy as I,

My summer would last all the year.

4 A on sa yets ha nik o ni,
Yah o ya te ka yen she gon;
Ne neh a yets hah nih se ke
Ji ni ya go don ha he re:
Sa ni gonh ri yo hak n'o nenh,
Enh sad kah tho ra gonh son te;
N'o nenh e tho en jo dyeh te,
Yah ten tha ta on sont te ni.

5 Tenh non ken tho te sek te ni,
Ji ni wa ge ni gonh ro ten;
Ne ak te ji ni wa gye ren,
Ne enh ske we yea nen ta ne:
To kat ne Ye sus e tho ne,
A on sa ha gwa thon dats he,
Go no ronh kwa O Sa ya ner
To gens ke on we a gen hak.
6 A ge rah kwa te yoh swat he,
Ten se wa de ron yoh tar ho;
Ne ne a ge ni gon ra gon;
Oh se ra gon t'wa ga ga ras,

Ne o we ra en yo to ri;

Ne ots ha ta o gon ni ih,

Ne na wa gad ren hos tea nihs,

O ji tenr ne a gwa don hets.


A dat ne go ser hon.

1 Ye ya ta no ron O ri te,

Ne ne e ne genh ji,

Ni tya we non oh ne ka nohs,
En je no ha re te.

3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind;
While blessed with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine,

And why are my winters so long? O drive these dark clouds from my sky, Thy soul-cheering presence restore; Or take me to thee up on high,

Where winter and clouds are no more.

HYMN 45. C. M.


1 Celestial Dove, descend from high,

And on the water brood:

Come, with thy quickening power apply The water and the blood.

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