Nuhguhmoowin 15.

7's.
"Hark! My soul it is the Lord."
Hark! my soul, it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour; hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee:

"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"

I deliver'd thee when bound,
And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.
Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done:
Partner of my throne shalt be,

"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"

Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love is cold and faint:
Yet I love thee, and adore;
O for grace to love thee more.
7's.
"Hark! My soul it is the Lord."
Be zin dun, O nin je chaug
Uh we yuh kah ke ke doo,
Je sus suh oo oo ke dig.
"Ka gate nuh goo ke sah geh?"
Ke ge ah buh oon uh pe
Man je muh pe ne goo yun;
Ke ge nun duh wah buh min
Uh pe kah wuh ne she nun.
"Ah nin goo de noong uh koo
E qua oo wuh na ne maun
E newh oo ne jah ne sun;
Ke guh me quan 'min ween neen.
"Ne sa ge e wa win suh
Ah pe je ish pah muh gud,
Ah pe je de me muh gud,
Kuh ya dush ke che soon gun.
"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?"
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.