5 "We buh ke guh wah bun daun Ne pe she gan dah goo z'win, Ke guh wee duh bim suh goo; Ah neen, ke sah geh e nuh?" 6 Je sus, ne kush kan dum suh Quach sa ge e se noo waun; Mah noo we doo kuh we shin, Nuh wuj che sah ge e naun. Hymn 16. C. M. "_Hark! The glad sound, the Saviour comes._" Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. 3 He comes the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 4 He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eye balls of the blind To pour celestial day. 5 He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor. 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. Nuhguhmoowin 16. C. M. (Advent.) "_Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes._" Be zin dun dah! me noo tah gwud Ewh min wah je moo win; Ka guh pe tuh gwish in Je sus, Kee ween duh mah goo min. 2 Um ba moo je ge da a dah, Be mah je e wa win Ke we kush ke tuh mah goo naun Owh ish pe ming wan jeed. 3 Oo we ne sah koo nuh muh waun Muj je ish quan da mun, Kuh ke nuh Muj je Muh ne doo Kah ke bah quuh wah jin. 4 E gewh ka te mah ge ze jig Che shuh we ne mind wah, E gewh dush buh yah tah ze jig Che aunj ne ge ind wah. 5 E gewh a gah sa ne moo jig Che ke che me nind wah Ke che shuh wan dah goo ze win, Pe oon je tuh gwish in. 6 Um ba nuh guh moo tuh wah dah Pe zaun ze win pah dood; Ka gate ke duh nuh me kah goo, Keen Je ho vah Je sus. Hymn 17. C. M. "_Am I a soldier of the cross._" Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease; While others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas? 3 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'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.