Hymn 19. S. M. "_Come, ye who love the Lord._" Come, ye who love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God, But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 3 Children of grace have found Glory begun below: Celestial fruits on earthly grounds From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. Nuhguhmoowin 19. S. M. "_Come, ye who love the Lord._" Oon dah shaug ke nuh wah Je sus suh yah ge ag, Moo je ge ze yook kuh ke nuh, Kuh ya nuh guh moo yook. 2 Kah ke bah de ze jig Tah pe zaun uh be wug; Tah bah pe nuh uh moog dush ween E gewh na bwah kah jig. 3 Sha wan dah goo ze jig Oo ke kan dah nah wah, A zhe oo ne zhe shin e nig E we de ish pe ming. 4 Che bwah tuh gwish e nung Ish pe ming ke zhig oong, Ke daun gun duh moo ne goo min E newh waush koo bung in. 5 Nuh guh moo dah suh dush, Ka goo muh we se dah, Ke pe moo sa min suh uh keeng Ish pe ming e zhah yung. Hymn 20. 8s & 7s. "_Come, thou Fount of every blessing._" Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. 2 Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount--I'm fix'd upon it: Mount of thy redeeming love! 3 Here I raise mine Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. 4 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 5 O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee: 6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love-- Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for thy courts above! Nuhguhmoowin 20. 8s & 7s. "_Come, thou fount of every blessing._" Keen mah ge wa yun kuh ke nuh Shuh wan dah goo ze win un; Oon dah shaun, we doo kun nin da Che nuh guh moo tah goo yun.