3 We will be slaves no more,
Since Christ has made us free,
Has nail’d our tyrants to his cross,
And bought our liberty.

Hymn 1:107. 
The fall and recovery of man; or, Christ and Satan
at enmity, Gen. 3 1 15 17 Gal. 4. 4.  Col. 2. 15.

1 Deceiv’d by subtle snares of hell
Adam our head, our father fell,
When Satan in the serpent hid
Propos’d the fruit that God forbid.

2 Death was the threatening; death began
To take possession of the man;
His unborn race receiv’d the wound,
And heavy curses smote the ground.

3 But Satan found a worse reward;
Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord,
“Let everlasting hatred be
“Betwixt the woman’s seed and thee.

4 “The woman’s seed shall be my Son,
He shall destroy what thou hast done,
“Shall break thy head, and only feel
“Thy malice raging at his heel.”

5 [He spake; and bid four thousand years
Roll on;—­at length his Son appears;
Angels with joy descend to earth,
And sing the young Redeemer’s birth.

6 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies;
But, as he hung ’twixt earth and skies,
He gave their prince a fatal blow,
And triumph’d o’er the powers below.]

Hymn 1:108. 
Christ unseen and beloved, 1 Pet. 1. 8.

1 Not with our mortal eyes
Have we beheld the Lord,
Yet we rejoice to hear his Name,
And love him in his word.

2 On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer’s face,
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.

3 And when we taste thy love,
Our joys divinely grow
Unspeakable, like those above,
And heaven begins below.

Hymn 1:109. 
The value of Christ and his righteousness, Phil. 3. 7 8 9.

1 No more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before
To trust the merits of thy Son.

2 Now for the love I bear his Name,
What was my gain I count my loss,
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.

3 Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus’ sake
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake.

4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands
By pleading what my Lord has done.

Hymn 1:110. 
Death and immediate glory, 2 Cor. 5. 1 5-8.

1 There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high: 
And here my spirit waiting stands
Till God shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv’d and fall,
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father’s call.

3 ’Tis he by his almighty grace
That forms thee fit for heaven,
And as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come,
Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home
We’re absent from the Lord.