Hymn 1:77. 
The love of Christ to the church, in his language to
her, and provisions for her, Cant. 7. 5 6 9 12 13.

1 Now in the galleries of his grace
Appears the King, and thus he says,
“How fair my saints are in my sight;
“My love how pleasant for delight!”

2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord,
There’s heavenly grace in every word: 
From that dear mouth a stream divine
Flows sweeter than the choicest wine.

3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip
Of saints that were almost asleep,
To speak the praises of thy name,
And makes our cold affections flame.

4 These are the joys he lets us know
In fields and villages below,
Gives us a relish of his love,
But keeps his noblest feast above.

5 In Paradise within the gates
An higher entertainment waits;
Fruits new and old laid up in store,
Where we shall feed, but thirst no more.

Hymn 1:78. 
The strength of Christ’s love, and the soul’s jealousy
of her own, Cant. 8. 5 6 7 13 14.

1 [Who is this fair one in distress,
That travels from the wilderness? 
And press’d with sorrows and with sins,
On her beloved Lord she leans.

2 This is the spouse of Christ our God,
Bought with the treasure of his blood;
And her request and her complaint
Is but the voice of every saint.]

3 “O let my name engraven stand,
“Both on thy heart and on thy hand: 
“Seal me upon thine arm; and wear
“That pledge of love for ever there.

4 “Stronger than death thy love is known, “Which floods of wrath could never drown; “And hell and earth in vain combine “To quench a fire so much divine.

5 “But I am jealous of my heart,
Lest it should once from thee depart;
“Then let thy name be well impress’d
As a fair signet on my breast.

6 “Till thou hast brought me to thy home,
“Where fears and doubts can never come,
“Thy count’nance let me often see,
“And often thou shalt hear from me.

7 “Come, my beloved, haste away,
“Cut short the hours of thy delay,
“Fly like a youthful hart or roe
“Over the hills where spices grow.”

Hymn 1:79. 
A morning hymn, Psalm 19. 5 8 and 73. 24 25.

1 God of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And, like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey thro’ the skies;

2 From the fair chambers of the east
The circuit of his race begins,
And without weariness or rest,
Round the whole earth he flies and shines.

3 O like the sun may I fulfil
Th’ appointed duties of the day,
With ready mind and active will
March on and keep my heavenly way.

4 [But I shall rove and lose the race,
If God my sun should disappear,
And leave me in this world’s wild maze,
To follow every wandering star.

5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise.]