Come, Thou Fount, (Of Every Blessing)
(Robert Robinson)
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
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.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
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Tó Háálí̜i̜ji̜' Ahohkááh
(Albert Tsosie ályaa)
Tó háálí̜i̜ji̜' ahohkáahgo
Baa hózhó̜o̜go dahohtaał,
Bijooba’ doo nineełnéehii
Baa ha'niihgo dahohtaał,
Yá'a̜a̜shdi yee dahataałii
Éí bee shiníítí̜i̜ł dooleeł,
Ayóó'óó'ní yee hááshíítí̜,
Áko éí bee baa hashniih
ShiTaa' shíká íínílwodgo
Díí jí̜i̜ji̜' shił nííní'áázh,
Íinínízinii bik'ehgo
Yá'át'éehgo naa deeshááł
God bits'á̜a̜ji̜' yóó'ííyáago
Jesus bee shénáhoosdzin,
Báhádzidii yik'eh deesdlí̜í̜'
Bidił t'éí yee nááshiis'nii’.
Nijooba' bee sha̜a̜h háíníł'á,
Áko t'óó níí' í'diishyaa!
Bee ayóó'áshííní'níinii
Éí bee shijéí níí' nilí̜.
Áko doo yóó'adeesháał da
Doo shidziil dago éí ba̜a̜
Shijéí t'áá át'é ni dooleeł,
Yá'aashdi yah anídeeshdááł
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