5 Ke guh mah moo yuh wuh min suh, Kee wah bun duh e yun mee kons, Kah ween ne bo win e

mee kun,

Ning uh ne noo pe nuh dun zeen.

NUHGUHMOWIN 108.

S. M.

1 Ne wuh we zhain dum suh,
Ne se duh we nuh mon,

Ma gwah uh be noo jee we yon,
Ewh muh ze nuh e gun.

2 Pe ween duh mah goo

Ke de mah ge ze yon;

shon

A zhe ko duh ge e go yon,
Nim bah tah ze win ish.

3 Wah bun duh e goo shon,
A zhe pa jee wee yon;
Che da ne bwah kah se wom bon,
Wee doo kah goo se won.

4 Ning e zha Mun e doom,
Ne ween duh mah go shin,
Mon duh ke muh ze nuh e gun,
Ka e zhe che ga yon.

5 Here I can read and learn
How Christ, the Son of God,
Has undertook our great concern;
Our ransom cost his blood.

6 And now he reigns above,
He sends his Spirit down,
To show the wonders of his love,
And make his gospel known.

7,0 may that Spirit teach,

And make my heart receive

Those truths which all thy servants preach, And all thy saints believe!

5 Mee o mah ka oon je

Puh guh kain duh mom bon; Kee be nuh non duh we e nung, Koo se non O gwe sun.

6 Ish pe ming dush noong oom, Tuh zhe Mun e doo we,

Puh oon je

nee se nah zhuh wod

Ke che O je chah gwun.

7 Oh e nuh shka mon oo,

Ke ge che O je chog,

Ning uh wee doo kog kuh ke nub, Che o dah pe nuh mon!

MISSIONARY HYMN.

1 From Greenland's icy mountains ;
From India's coral strand;
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river;
From many a palmy plain;
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;

In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learn'd Messiah's name!

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

A SELECTION

OF

HYMNS

FROM THE TRANSLATIONS OF THE

REV. JAMES EVANS AND GEORGE HENRY.

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