4 The unveil’d glories of his face
Amongst his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supply’d.

5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;
The fruit of life’s immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.

6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise,
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.

Hymn 1:42. 
Divine wrath and mercy, Nahum 1, 2 &c.

1 Adore and tremble, for our God
Is a consuming fire;*
His jealous eyes his wrath inflame,
And raise his vengeance higher.

2 Almighty vengeance how it burns! 
How bright his fury glows! 
Vast magazines of plagues and storms
Lie treasur’d for his foes.

3 Those heaps of wrath by slow degrees
Are forced into a flame,
But kindled, O how fierce they blaze! 
And rend all nature’s frame.

4 At his approach the mountains flee,
And seek a watery grave;
The frighted sea makes haste away,
And shrinks up every wave.

5 Thro’ the wide air the weighty rocks
Are swift as hailstones hurl’d: 
Who dares engage his fiery rage
That shakes the solid world?

6 Yet, mighty God, thy sovereign grace
Sits regent on the throne,
The refuge of thy chosen race
When wrath comes rushing down.

7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings
A fiery tempest pour,
While we beneath thy sheltering wings
Thy just revenge adore.

Hebrews 12:29.

Hymn 1:43. [Supplement.]
The Christian treasure, 1 Cor. 3. 21.

1 How vast the treasure we possess! 
How rich thy bounty, King of Grace! 
This world is ours, and worlds to come
Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home.

2 All things are ours, the gifts of God;
The purchase of a Saviour’s blood: 
While the good Spirit shews us how
To use and to improve them too.

3 If peace and plenty crown my days, They help, me, Lord, to speak thy praise!  If bread of sorrows be my food, Those sorrows work my lasting good.

4 I would not change my blest estate
For all the world calls good or great: 
And while my faith can keep her hold,
I envy not the sinner’s gold.

5 Father, I wait thy daily will;
Thou shalt divide my portion still: 
Grant me on earth what seems thee best,
Till death and heaven reveal the rest.

Hymn 1:44. [Supplement.]
The true improvement of life.

1 And is this life prolong’d to me? 
Are days and seasons given? 
O let me then prepare to be
A fitter heir of heaven.

2 In vain these moments shall not pass,
These golden hours be gone: 
Lord, I accept thine offered grace,
I bow before thy throne.

3 Now cleanse my soul from every sin,
By my Redeemer’s blood: 
Now let my flesh and soul begin
The honours of my God.