Hymn 28. C. M. I Nor would I dare to sin. From cares and business free, With my own heart and thee. And when my work is done, Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep; And will my slumbers keep. Hymn 29. S. M. That saw the LORD arise : And these rejoicing eyes! And feasts his saints to-day: And love, and sing and pray. Where thou, my God, art seen, Ken thoh en te wa tyen onh teh, Enh tshi te wa ton ren. 3 Ne se weh ni se rat Shon gwa wea ni yo geh; Oye ri wea nya we eh s'ron, Ken he yonhs wa het ken. 4 Eh ni wa gʻri ho ten, Ne oh na a gye re, Ne ji ni yen hen we. Teyerihwahkwatha 30. L. M. Tenh non a on g'rih wi yoh ston: Ak ka ra a hi yad kah thoh, Ro ya ner ne rak ne renh syonh. 2 A gwe ri yo nonh wak tenh se, Ne ne yah te wa gye ri ton; A ah s’non te a gwa don hets. 3 Sa te wek ne ji skonh son te, Sa te khwa rahk sa denh ta, ron; Enh ska no ha re te (wa yen.) Ne nen ne ji ro tea nyo te, Is sweeter than ten-thousand days Of pleasurable sin. In such a frame as this, To everlasting bliss. Hymn 30. L. M. Let my religious hours alone; I wait a visit, LORD, from thee. And kindles with a pure desire: And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 Haste then, but with a smiling face, And spread the table of thy grace : And cheer my heart with sacred wine. 4 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare ! How sweet thy entertainments are ! C. Teyerihwahkwatha 31. C. M. NHT o ni ne a gon he ge, Se weh ni se rat hah, A on gwea ni denh ton. A on ton gweh tah kon; O ne ja ta no ron. Ne ya h he ya te; Teyerihwahkwatha 32. C. M. TE ji ya go ya ta nets khah, ih he ya te; En wah ton ne ne gen. A do ris henh sora gon; Nenh shon gwa thon dats he. 3 A ya wen eh na ya wea ne, A he te wa gwe ni ; Te hon wa yah son te. Ron wa nonh wa ro ron : Ne yo nonh wak teh konh. 5 Ne a gwe ryen ta gon gen ha ! 0 ton ta gye na was ! / Hymn 31 C. M. Be in thy Spirit, LORD; That trembles at thy word. 2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise, And fix on things above; Spirit of sacrifice and praise, Of holiness and love. A Hymn 32. C. M. And let it faint or die; And soar to worlds on high : And find its long sought rest: In the REDEEMER'S breast. I now the cross sustain ; And smile at toil and pain. Deliverer come; And take his exile home. ravish'd eyes, |