Ah! who against thy charms is proof!
Ah? who that loves can love enough?

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Hymn 12. C. M.
LAS! and did my saviour bleed ?

And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groan'd

upon

the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown !

And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in ;
When Christ the mighty Maker died,

For man the creature's sin ?
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe :

6 Wats han hon on gwa gah se ri,

Ji yo ga ro wa nen;
Sa ya ner wagi tenh the on,

Ne wa ge wea na tha.

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Teyerihwahkwatha 13. L. M.

“AK hwis henh ne ka rih wax henh,

O nen wa ga da tre wah te Ye sus sah si geh on gwea nat!

A gwa don hets wa gon yen hahs'. 2 Ne a ya on ris hen ta ne:

A gwa don hets ji ni ge sax, Ne ne ta gwa ya ta gen hahs,

A gwe gon ne son ha ah ok. 3 Ak hya tonh kwe a gwe rya neh.

Ne ne ji to genh ske on weh A on gwa ti ka rih wax henh;

Onht o ni a on ton she gon. 4 A on sa ge wea ni yo ne,

A de rih wa gwa rih syonh s'ra ;
Ne ne yah tha onh ton on weh,

Ji o nen en ga don hok ten. 5 Ta gonh a ge we yen deh ton,

O Ni yoh ne yo ya ne re,
Tak hwis ha ra go ne yox te;

Wak hwis henh ne sa rih wah stenh. 6 Eh a on sa gya ta ra ke,

Ji ye tye non tye se ne ne ;
Ne ye sa wea na ye ri ton,

A ge Ni yoh ta gwa thon dats.

Here, LORD, I give myself away;

'Tis all that I can do.

Hymn 13. L. M.
That

my

load of sin were gone! O that I could at last submit, At JESUS' feet to lay it down!

To lay my soul at JESUS' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find:

Saviour of all ! if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,

And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free ;
I cannot rest till pure within,

Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God,

Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross all stained with hallowed blood

The labour of thy dying love.':
5 I would-but thou must give the power ;

My heart from every stain release ;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And fill me with thy perfect peace. 6. Come, LORD! the drooping sinner cheer,

Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay :
Appear in my poor heart, appear

My God, my SavIOUR, come away!

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Teyerihwahkwatha 14. C. M.
VI yoh shon gyo rya ne ronhs,

,
Ji non ga nya het'we;
Yo tya na tonh ji ni hoh son,

Ji oni ra ra de.
2 Ne ka nya ta ra geh ko wah,

Te yon gwa re ehs tha;
Ka non wa gonh yah te yo gent,

Ji yoh no te sonh se.
3 Ji ni gon non hen nyon ne na,

Ron wats hah nih se re,
Ne ji re we yea no'wa nen

Ra o yo tenh se ra.
4 Wa ho ni yon gwah te ron sek,

Ne ot sha ta o gon,
Yoth te ronhk kas hats tenh sé ra

Ji ent ka yenh dah kwe.
5 Ne wa ho ni sa non ji neh,

Wa denr ha rat n’e thoh ;
Teh tse non we ronh ro ya ner,

Ne sea ni denh ton hak,
6 Se nya hes ne ra o ten rat,

Ne jit ka ronh ya de:
Onht ó ni ah ya de weh kwen,

O ji ra gonh son te.

py and Teyerihwahkwatha 15. C. M.

AD kah thoh ji ni shon gwa wi,
Ne n'yon gwe ti yo se :

Hymn 14. C. M.

way.

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides

upon

the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never

failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break

In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the LORD by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace ;
Behind a frowning Providence

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour :
The bud may have a bitter tastegi

But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain :
God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

Hymn 15. C.M.,
O! what an entertaining sight,

Those friendly brethren prove,