Fain would I sound it out so loud, That earth and heav'n might hear. My transport and my trust; And gold is sordid dust. In thee most richly meet; Nor friendship half so sweet. And shed its fragrance there! The cordial of its care. With my last lab’ring breath; My joy in life and death. Hymn 59. L. M. A Prayer. Suggest whate'er I think or say; Direct me in the narrow way. Show me my weakness, let me see 3 Yah te wa ge shats tenh s'ra yen, Ta gyes tas n'a go no ronh kwe; gwe ri. 4 Ta gye na was ta g'ri hon nyen, Ne a gon wea na rah kwa ge : hi gon, Ne ok n’a go no ronh kwa ge. 5 Toh sa ak' ni gon ra 'gye rat, Ne ok bi se sa ni gon ra, NE Teyerihwahkwatha 60. S. M. E kah sea na o gon, Ne onh wen ja gwe gon; On gwe ho gon Jews e nas kwa, Yon da de wea ni yo. Sha gat n'onh wen ja geh, Ska ri wat ne gen hak. 3 Toh sa a ye nos ha, I non te gya te rat ; Eht sa ronk Ro ya ner. 4 O nonh sa do genh ti, Sha gat ne e ne gen: 3 Enrich me alway with thy love ; My kind protection ever prove; And let thy spirit on me rest. Incline my nature to obey ; And only love what pleases thee. 5 O may I never do my will, LET party names no more Hymn 60. S. M. Christian Unity. The Christian world o'erspread: Are one in Christ their head. 2 Among the saints on earth Let mutual love be found : Heirs of the same inheritance, With mutual blessings crown'd. 3 Let envy and ill will Be banished far away : Who the same Lord obey. Ji tyo yenh tah kon ken ten rat, ri enh skah ne. Teyerihwahkwatha 61. C. M. enh si he ye; Yot te ronhk yo shats te. 2 Ga thon de yo don ha rah kwe, Yoh te ronhs ne kse neh; Ji yon da dya da ta as tha, N'o nen en wa gye na. 3 To kat ne en jon gi ten ron, En jon g'rih wi yohs ten; Yah te yot tronhk nen gi he ye, Ji tye ya ta ta ryon. Non wa Ni yoh o nenh: Eh ji te wa ton renh. TE sa shats tenh se ra gwe gon, O Sa ya ner ne ta gwan he ; Ne eh ja ta de riht se ron. Rat ha hi ta ka ya ne renh, ner, NE Where streams of pleasure ever flow, And ev'ry heart is love. Hymn 61. C. M. Victory over Death. To cheer my dying hours, And all his frightful pow'rs. My quiv’ring lips should sing, 5. And where the monster's sting?" Death has no sting beside ; But Christ, my ransom, dy'd. Immortal thanks be paid, Through Christ our living head. Hymn 62. L. M. For a Minister. Him whom we now to thee commend ; Our faithful minister secure, And make him to the end endure. 2 Gird him with all-sufficient grace; Give to his footsteps paths of peace ; |