3 Thro’ all his ancient works
Surprising wisdom shines,
Confounds the powers of hell,
And breaks their curs’d designs: 
Strong is his arm,
And shall fulfil
His great decrees,
His sovereign will.

4 And can this mighty King
Of Glory condescend? 
And will he write his Name,
“My Father and my Friend?”
I love his Name,
I love his word;
Join all my powers,
And praise the Lord.

Hymn 2:170. 
God incomprehensible and sovereign.

1 Can creatures to perfection find [1]
Th’ eternal uncreated mind? 
Or can the largest stretch of thought
Measure and search his nature out?

2 ’Tis high as heaven, ’tis deep as hell,
And what can mortals know or tell? 
His glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all the shining worlds on high.

3 But man, vain man, would fain be wise,
Born like a wild young colt he flies
Thro’ all the follies of his mind,
And swells and snuffs the empty wind.

4 God is a King of power unknown,
Firm are the orders of his throne;
If he resolve, who dares oppose,
Or ask him why, or what he does?

5 He wounds the heart, and he makes whole;
He calms the tempest of the soul;
When he shuts up in long despair
Who can remove the heavy bar?

6 He frowns, [2] and darkness veils the moon;
The fainting sun grows dim at noon;
The pillars [3] of heaven’s starry roof
Tremble and start at his reproof.

7 He gave the vaulted heaven its form,
The crooked serpent and the worm;
He breaks the billows with his breath,
And smites the Sons of pride to death.

8 These are a portion of his ways,
But who shall dare describe his face? 
Who can endure his light, or stand
To hear the thunders of his hand?

[1] Job 11:7 &c. [2] Job 25:5. [3] Job 26:11 &c.

End of the Second Book.

Hymns.

Book 3.

Prepared for the Lord’s Supper.

Hymn 3:1. 
The Lord’s Supper instituted,
1 Corinthians 11:23 &c.

1 ’Twas on that dark, that doleful night
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God’s delight,
And friends betray’d him to his foes;

2 Before the mournful scene began He took the bread, and bless’d, and brake:  What love thro’ all his actions ran!  What wondrous words of grace he spake! 3 “This is my body broke for sin, “Receive and eat the living food:”  Then took the cup, and bless’d the wine; “’Tis the new covenant in my blood.”

4 [For us his flesh with nails was torn,
He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn;
And justice pour’d upon his head
Its heavy vengeance in our stead.

5 For us his vital blood was spilt,
To buy the pardon of our guilt,
When for black crimes of biggest size
He gave his soul a sacrifice.]

6 “Do this, (he cry’d) till time shall end,
“In memory of your dying Friend;
“Meet at my table, and record
“The love of your departed Lord.”