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A Collection of Hymns for the Use of Native Christians Who Speak the Mohawk ...
Henry Aaron Hill
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019
bless blood Christ denh earth faith genh glory gon ra grace gwa don hets gwa rih gwah gwe gon gwe ri gweh gwen gyon heart heaven heavenly HYMN Jesus ji ni yen kats kets kwen live Lord nenh Ni yoh nonh praise ra gon renh ri yoh rih wah ris tus ronh khwa ronh ya geh s'ra Saviour shon gwa sing skwa soul Spirit sweet tenh TEYERIHWAHKWATHA thee thoh thon thou tonh tse ra tyon wah kwa wea na yen hen yenh yon gwa yonh
Seite 17 - Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne. We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again.
Seite 98 - Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy. 2. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again.
Seite 127 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
Seite 104 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Seite 147 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure, I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I '11 bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.
Seite 31 - Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Seite 30 - THUS far the Lord has led me on. Thus far His power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of His grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home ; But He forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come.
Seite 106 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. 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.