Hymn 1:87. 
God dwells with the humble and penitent, Isa. 57. 15 16.

1 Thus saith the High and Lofty One,
“I sit upon my holy throne,
“My name is God, I dwell on high,
“Dwell in my own eternity.

2 “But I descend to worlds below,
“On earth I have a mansion too,
“The humble spirit and contrite
“Is an abode of my delight.

3 “The humble soul my words revive,
“I bid the mourning sinner live,
“Heal all the broken hearts I find,
“And ease the sorrows of the mind.

4 “When I contend against their sin “I make them know how vile they’ve been; “But should my wrath for ever smoke, “Their souls would sink beneath my stroke.”]

5 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh,
Lest we should faint, despair, and die! 
Thus shall our better thoughts approve
The methods of thy chastening love.

Hymn 1:88. 
Life the day of grace and hope.  Eccles. 9. 4 3 6 10.

1 Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t’ insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn
The vilest sinner may return.

2 [Life is the hour that God has given
To ’scape from hell, and fly to heaven,
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.]

3 The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie,
Their memory and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

4 [Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy bury’d in the dust;
They have no share in all that’s done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.]

5 Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue,
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope beneath the ground.

6 There are no acts of pardon past
In the cold grave to which we haste,
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

Hymn 1:89. 
Youth and judgment, Eccles. 11. 9.

1 Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,
Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,
Taste the delight your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire.

2 Pursue the pleasures ye design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine, Enjoy the day of mirth; but know There is a day of judgment too.

3 God from on high beholds your thoughts,
His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness you have done
Must all appear before the sun.

4 The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror thro’:  How will ye stand before his face, Or answer for his injur’d grace?

5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of thy word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord.

Hymn 1:90. 
The same.

1 Lo the young tribes of Adam rise,
And thro’ all nature rove,
Fulfil the wishes of their eyes,
And taste the joys they love.