Hymn 1:29. 
The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7.

1 “I lift my banners,” saith the Lord,
“Where Antichrist has stood,
“The city of my gospel-foes
“Shall be a field of blood.

2 “My heart has study’d just revenge,
“And now the day appears,
“The day of my redeem’d is come
“To wipe away their tears.

3 “Quite weary is my patience grown,
“And bids my fury go
“Swift as the lightning it shall move,
“And be as fatal too.

4 “I call for helpers but in vain: 
“Then has my gospel none? 
“Well, mine own arm has might enough
“To crush my foes alone.

5 “Slaughter and my devouring sword
“Shall walk the streets around,
“Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,
“And stagger to the ground.”

6 Thy honours, O victorious King! 
Thine own right-hand shall raise,
While we thy awful vengeance sing,
And our deliverer praise.

Hymn 1:30. 
Prayer for deliverance answered, Isa. 26. 8-12 20 21.

1 In thine own ways, O God of love,
We wait the visits of thy grace,
Our souls desire is to thy Name,
And the remembrance of thy face.

2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, ’Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies Before the dawn restore the light.

3 Look, how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;
But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.

4 Hark, the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes,
A voice of music to his friends,
But threatening thunder to his foes.

5 Come, children, to your Father’s arms,
Hide in the chambers of my grace,
Till the fierce storms be overblown,
And my revenging fury cease.

6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain,
And drink the blood of haughty kings,
While heavenly peace around my flock
Stretches its soft and shady wings.

Hymn 1:31. [Supplement.]
The hidden life of a Christian, Col. 3. 3.

1 O happy soul that lives on high;
While men lie grovelling here! 
His hopes are fix’d above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings,
While peace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his God;
His God in secret sees: 
Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heavenly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time,
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of sinners climb.

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his figure here;
Content and pleas’d to live unknown,
Till Christ his life appear.

6 He looks to heaven’s eternal hill
To meet that glorious day: 
But patient waits his Saviour’s will
To fetch his soul away.