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

A

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.

W

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.. a

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.
Iyoh shon gyo rya ne ronhs,
Ji non ga nya het'we;

N1

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 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.

JA

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

Hymn 14. C. M.

GOD, 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.
purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:

5 His

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,