2 This golden lesson, short and plain,
Gives not the mind nor memory pain;
And every conscience must approve
This universal law of love.

3 How blest would every nation be,
Thus rul’d by love and equity! 
All would be friends without a foe,
And form a paradise below.

4 Jesus, forgive us, that we keep
Thy sacred law of love asleep,
No more let envy, wrath, and pride,
But thy blest maxims be our guide.

Hymn 1:39. 
God’s tender care of his church, Isa. 13 &c.

1 How shall my inward joys arise
And burst into a song,
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.

2 God on his thirsty Sion-hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To shower salvation down.

3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints? 
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

4 Can a kind woman e’er forget
The infant of her womb,
And ’mongst a thousand tender thoughts
Her suckling have no room?

5 “Yet (saith the Lord) should nature change,
“And mothers monsters prove,
“Sion still dwells upon the heart
“Of everlasting love.

6 “Deep on the palms of both my hands
“I have engrav’d her name,
“My hands shall raise her ruin’d walls,
“And build her broken frame.”

Hymn 1:40. 
The business and blessedness of glorified saints,
Rev. 7. 13 &c.

1 “What happy men, or angels these “That all their robes are spotless white?  “Whence did this glorious troop arrive “At the pure realms of heavenly light?”

2 From tort’ring racks and burning fires, And seas of their own blood they came; But nobler blood has wash’d their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.

3 Now they approach th’ almighty throne,
With loud hosannas night and day,
Sweet anthems to the great Three One
Measure their blest eternity.

4 No more shall hunger pain their souls,
He bids their parching thirst be gone,
And spreads the shadow of his wings
To screen them from the scorching sun.

5 The Lamb that fills the middle throne Shall shed around his milder beams, There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams.

6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew
Thro’ the vast round of endless years,
And the soft hand of sovereign grace
Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears.

Hymn 1:41. 
The same; or, The martyrs glorified, Rev. 7. 13 &c.

1 “These glorious minds, how bright they shine
“Whence all their white array? 
“How came they to the happy seats
“Of everlasting day?”

2 From tort’ring pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely wash’d their raiment white
In Jesus’ dying blood.

3 Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne
Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.