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

Hymn 12. C. M.

A

LAS! and did
And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

my saviour bleed?

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.

Teyerihwahkwatha 13. L. M.

WAK hwis henh ne ka rih wax henb,

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.

O

That load of sin were gone!
my
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 bloodThe labour of thy dying love. 3 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!

Teyerihwahkwatha 14. C. M.

TI 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.

N'

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 se 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 o ni ah ya de weh kwen,
O ji ra gonh son te.

****Teyerihwahkwatha 15. C. M.

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

Hymn 14. C. M.

G

OD moves in a mysterious 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 taste, 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.

L

Hymn 15. C. M...

O! what an entertaining sight,
Those friendly brethren prove,