4 Thus to the parents and their seed
Shall thy salvation come,
And numerous households meet at last
In one eternal home.

Hymn 1:115. 
Conviction of sin by the law, Rom. 7. 8 9 14 24.

1 Lord, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread! 
I was alive without the law,
And thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright,
But since the precept came
With a convincing power and light,
I find how vile I am.

3 [My guilt appear’d but small before,
Till terribly I saw
How perfect, holy, just, and pure,
Was thine eternal law.

4 Then felt my soul the heavy load,
My sins reviv’d again,
I had provok’d a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were slain.]

5 I’m like a helpless captive sold
Under the power of sin;
I cannot do the good I would,
Nor keep my conscience clean.

6 My God, I cry with every breath
For some kind power to save,
To break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.

Hymn 1:116. 
Love to God and our neighbour, Matt. 22. 37-40.

1 Thus saith the first, the great command,
“Let all thy inward powers unite
“To love thy Maker and thy God,
“With utmost vigour and delight.

2 “Then shall thy neighbour next in place
“Share thine affections and esteem,
“And let thy kindness to thyself
“Measure and rule thy love to him.”

3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,
This did the prophets preach and prove,
For want of this the law is broke,
And the whole law’s fulfill’d by love.

4 But O! how base our passions are!  How cold our charity and zeal!  Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire, Or we shall ne’er perform thy will.

Hymn 1:117. 
Election sovereign and free, Rom. 9. 21 22 23 20.

1 Behold the potter and the clay,
He forms his vessels as he please: 
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his high decrees.

2 [Doth not the workman’s power extend O’er all the mass, which part to choose, And mould it for a nobler end, And which to leave for viler use?]

3 May not the sovereign Lord on high
Dispense his favours as he will,
Choose some to life while others die,
And yet be just and gracious still?

4 [What if to make his terror known
He lets his patience long endure,
Suffering vile rebels to go on
And seal their own destruction sure!

5 What if he means to shew his grace,
And his electing love employs
To mark out some of mortal race,
And form them fit for heavenly joys!]

6 Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker’s ways unjust,
The thunder of whose dreadful word
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust?

7 But, O my soul, if truths so bright
Should dazzle and confound thy sight
Yet still his written will obey,
And wait the great decisive day.