A collection of psalms and hymns in the Mohawk language , for the use of the Six Nation IndiansPrinted at Ruthven's Book & Job Office &c. King-Street, 1839 - 80 páginas |
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... soul reclaim ; And , to his endless praise , Instruct with humble zeal to walk In his most right'ous ways . 4 I pass the gloomy vale of death , From fear and danger free ; For there his aiding rod and staff Defend and comfort me . 5 In ...
... soul reclaim ; And , to his endless praise , Instruct with humble zeal to walk In his most right'ous ways . 4 I pass the gloomy vale of death , From fear and danger free ; For there his aiding rod and staff Defend and comfort me . 5 In ...
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... soul , inspir'd with sacred love , God's holy name for ever bless ; Of all his favours mindful prove , And still thy grateful thanks express . 3 , 4 ' Tis he that all thy sins forgives , And after sickness makes thee sound ; From danger ...
... soul , inspir'd with sacred love , God's holy name for ever bless ; Of all his favours mindful prove , And still thy grateful thanks express . 3 , 4 ' Tis he that all thy sins forgives , And after sickness makes thee sound ; From danger ...
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... souls how heavily they go , To reach eternal joys ! 3 In vain we tune our formal songs , In vain we strive to rise ; Hossannas languish on our tongues , And our devotion dies . 4 FATHER ! and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate ...
... souls how heavily they go , To reach eternal joys ! 3 In vain we tune our formal songs , In vain we strive to rise ; Hossannas languish on our tongues , And our devotion dies . 4 FATHER ! and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate ...
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... soul from endless death ! 3 O Jesus , could I this believe , I now should feel thy power ; Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve , Nor let me wait one hour . 4 Author of faith , to thee I lift My weary , longing eyes : O let me now ...
... soul from endless death ! 3 O Jesus , could I this believe , I now should feel thy power ; Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve , Nor let me wait one hour . 4 Author of faith , to thee I lift My weary , longing eyes : O let me now ...
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... soul ascend , In sweet perfumes of praise . Hymn 10. C. M. the SAVIOUR of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree How fast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee ! 2 Hark , how he groans ! while nature shakes , And earth's ...
... soul ascend , In sweet perfumes of praise . Hymn 10. C. M. the SAVIOUR of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree How fast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee ! 2 Hark , how he groans ! while nature shakes , And earth's ...
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bless blood Christ denh earth eternal faith give glory gon ra gonh grace gwa don hets gwa rih gwah gwe gon gweh gwen hear heart henh Hymn JESUS ji ni yen kats kets kwen live Lord Ne ji nenh Ni yoh nonh peace praise ra gon renh rih wah ris tus ronh kwa ronh ya geh s'ra shon gwa sing soul spirit sweet tenh tenh se ra Teyerihwahkwatha thee thoh thon thou tongues tonh tse ra voice wah kwa wea na yen hen yenh yon gwa yonh
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Página 10 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
Página 49 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Página 61 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Página 42 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy.
Página 62 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Página 40 - The Father hears him pray, • His dear anointed One : He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconciled ; His pard'ning voice I hear : He owns me for his child ; I can no longer fear : With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry.
Página 43 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
Página 20 - JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Página 22 - Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive, And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 5 Ye who have sold for naught Your heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Página 7 - Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | A collection of psalms and hymns in the Mohawk language , for the use of the Six Nation Indians |
| Colaborador | New-England Corporation |
| Editor | Printed at Ruthven's Book & Job Office &c. King-Street, 1839 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 18 Dic. 2007 |
| Largo | 80 páginas |
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