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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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...