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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Página 49
... Eternal joys my own . 3 Sweet to reflect how grace divine . My sins on Jesus laid : Sweet to remember that his blood My debt of suff'ring paid . 4 Sweet in his righteousness to stand , A work forever done : Ji yo de rih wa gwa rih syon ...
... Eternal joys my own . 3 Sweet to reflect how grace divine . My sins on Jesus laid : Sweet to remember that his blood My debt of suff'ring paid . 4 Sweet in his righteousness to stand , A work forever done : Ji yo de rih wa gwa rih syon ...
Página 50
... Eternal are thy mercies Lord , Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore Till suns shall rise and set no more . S Hymn 53. C. M. On Salvation . ALVATION ! Oh , the joyful sound ! What pleasure to our ...
... Eternal are thy mercies Lord , Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore Till suns shall rise and set no more . S Hymn 53. C. M. On Salvation . ALVATION ! Oh , the joyful sound ! What pleasure to our ...
Página 58
... Eternal Name , And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame , What dying worms we be . 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still , As months and days increase , And every beating pulse we tell , Leaves but the number less . 8 ...
... Eternal Name , And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame , What dying worms we be . 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still , As months and days increase , And every beating pulse we tell , Leaves but the number less . 8 ...
Página 61
... , Thy secret thoughts , thy works , and ways . 4 Wake and lift up thyself , my heart , And with the angels bear thy part , Who all night long unwearied sing High glory to th ' eternal King . 8 Ra on we senht s'ra ne Ko ral , 61.
... , Thy secret thoughts , thy works , and ways . 4 Wake and lift up thyself , my heart , And with the angels bear thy part , Who all night long unwearied sing High glory to th ' eternal King . 8 Ra on we senht s'ra ne Ko ral , 61.
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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...