3 Thus did eternal love begin
To raise us up from death and sin;
Our characters were then decreed,
“Blameless in love, a holy seed.”

4 Predestinated to be sons,
Born by degrees, but chose at once;
A new regenerated race
To praise the glory of his grace.

5 With Christ our Lord we share our part
In the affections of his heart,
Nor shall our souls be thence remov’d
Till he forgets his first belov’d.

Hymn 1:55. 
Hesekiah’s song; or, Sickness and recovery, Isa. 38.9 &c.

1 When we are rais’d from deep distress
Our God deserves a song;
We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah’s tongue.

2 The gates of the devouring grave
Are open’d wide in vain,
If he that holds the keys of death
Commands them fast again.

3 Pains of the flesh are wont t’ abuse
Our minds with slavish fears,
“Our days are past, and we shall lose
“The remnant of our years.”

4 We chatter with a swallow’s voice,
Or like a dove we mourn,
With bitterness instead of joys,
Afflicted and forlorn.

5 Jehovah speaks the healing word,
And no disease withstands;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at his commands.

6 If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frame restore;
He casts our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.

Hymn 1:56. 
The song of Moses and the Lamb; or, Babylon falling,
Rev. 15. 3. and chap. 16. 19. and 17. 6.

1 We sing the glories of thy love,
We sound thy dreadful Name;
The Christian church unites the songs
Of Moses and the Lamb.

2 Great God, how wondrous are thy works
Of vengeance and of grace! 
Thou King of saints, Almighty Lord,
How just and true thy ways!

3 Who dares refuse to fear thy Name,
Or worship at thy throne? 
Thy judgments speak thine holiness
Thro’ all the nations known.

4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth,
Drunk with the martyrs’ blood,
Her crimes shall speedily awake
The fury of our God.

5 The cup of wrath is ready mix’d,
And she must drink the dregs;
Strong is the Lord her sovereign Judge,
And shall fulfil the plagues.

Hymn 1:57. 
Original sin; or, The first and second Adam,
Rom. 5. 12.  Psalm 51. 5.  Job 11. 4.

1 Backward with humble shame we look
On our original;
How is our nature dash’d and broke
In our first father’s fall!

2 To all that’s good averse and blind,
But prone to all that’s ill
What dreadful darkness veils our mind! 
How obstinate our will!

3 [Conceiv’d in sin (O wretched state!)
Before we draw our breath,
The first young pulse begins to beat
Iniquity and death.

4 How strong in our degenerate blood
The old corruption reigns,
And, mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders thro’ all our veins!]