Hymn 2:16. 
Part the second.

7 Lord, what a heaven of saving grace,
Shines thro’ the beauties of thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame! 
Lord, how we love thy charming Name!

8 When I can say, my God is mine,
When I can feel thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.

9 While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptur’d eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

10 Well, we shall quickly pass the night
To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rove
O’er the dear object of our love.

11 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss,
And pluck new life from heavenly trees: 
Yet now, and then, dear Lord, bestow
A drop of heaven on worms below.

12 Send comforts down from thy right-hand,
While we pass thro’ this barren land,
And in thy temple let us see
A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.]

Hymn 2:17
God’s eternity.

1 Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,
And rouse up every tuneful sound
To praise th’ eternal God.

2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread
Jehovah fill’d his throne;
Or Adam form’d, or angels made,
The Maker liv’d alone.

3 His boundless years can ne’er decrease,
But still maintain their prime;
Eternity’s his dwelling-place,
And ever is his time.

4 While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal now,
And sees our ages waste.

5 The sea and sky must perish too,
And vast destruction come! 
The creatures—­look, how old they grow,
And wait their fiery doom!

6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies,
My God shall live an endless day,
When th’ old creation dies.

Hymn 2:18. 
The ministry of angels.

1 High on a hill of dazzling light, The King of Glory spreads his seat, And troops of angels stretch’d for flight, Stand waiting round his awful feet.

2 “Go,” saith the Lord, “my Gabriel go,
“Salute the virgin’s fruitful womb,[1]
“Make haste, ye cherubs, down below,
Sing and proclaim the Saviour come.”

3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies,
And thick around Elisha stands;[2]
Anon a heavenly soldier flies,
And breaks the chains from Peter’s hands.[3]

4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wandering church below,
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,
Let angels be our convoy too.

5 Are they not all thy servants,[4] Lord? 
At thy command they go and come
With cheerful haste obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home.

[1] Luke 1:16. [2] Luke 2:13. [3] Acts 11:7. [4] Heb. 1:14.