2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he Wash all my sins away.

3 O dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of G.o.d Be saved to sin no more.

12 JESUS SHALL REIGN.

ALKOMAYLUM

1 Jesus tchalal ooli see-am, Lay tomuk shwa-lays lam see-akwom; Tokla see-am lay tomuk shwalays Tchalal may lalam ta see-am.

2 Tchalal tomuk mestay-okh ts'kulth-kham, E staylim whimay tokla See-am, Tomuk mestayokh tzayte tokla E kwe-khit lay taswa lalam.

T.C.

ENGLISH

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Doth his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.

3 Let every creature rise, and bring Its grateful honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth prolong the joyful strain.

13 COME HOLY SPIRIT, HEAVENLY DOVE.

ALKOMAYLUM

1 May ska telth-le-melth Holy Spirit; Osthayte telth-le-melth skhietl; Ay-e may whee tasawlth skwi-la-wal, Mistokh kwawm-kwum kwaw-kwus.

2 Yawswa talowa owa tatsel Whee tasawlth skwi-la-wal; Tasawlth staylim owa lam sitsaye, E skwi ta sawlth stha-kulth-kham.

C.M.T.

ENGLISH

1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours.

2 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.

3 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad the Savior's love, And that shall kindle ours.

14 JESUS LOVER OF MY SOUL.

ALKOMAYLUM

1 Talowa Jesus stlay-il-sthawmikh, Taswa salis ay-e kwus lam; E-tila tumokh kukh lee-awm Kalkulaylt tal skwi-la-wal.

Ay-e talowa kwallikh ta-alsa Ta lee-awm owe awts tatayles; Ewis talswal skwi-la-wal, Lay ta tchee-tchilth a-yelokh-sthis.

2 Owita wat ay-e kwawkwit-sthawmikh, Ooli talowa Tchee-tchilth-See-am, Ooli tchukh ay-e lasthawmikh ta-alsa, Kwawmkwum stukh hi tal skwi-la-wal.

Talowa al shwilastukh tal skwilawal, Ta lay talowa talswal kwawmkwum, Ay-e-kwus tlawheets tal skwilawal, Lay kwa stlupalawit taswa tl'kaylikh.

C.M.T.

ENGLISH

Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, oh, my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last.

15 THERE IS A LAND OF PURE DELIGHT.

Can. Hym'l, No. 254.

ALKOMAYLUM

1 Tchee-tchilth tumokh owe-awts hayluk Ta shwalays ta ay-e mestayokh, Owe-awts see-a-kwom staa to lay, Owita 'kaw-'kie lay.

2 Owe-awts kweelis lay ta tchee-tchilth, Ta spa-'kwom owe-awts ay-e; Tla-wat owe-awts tsits-ay-e o ay-e, Tchalal hayluk lay t.i.tsa.

C.M.T.

ENGLISH

1 There is a land of pure delight Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides That heavenly land from ours.

3 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the sh.o.r.e.

16 JESUS, THE NAME HIGH OVER ALL.