4 Infinite lover, gracious Lord,
To thee be endless honours given;
Thy wondrous Name shall be ador’d
Round the wide earth, and wider heaven.

Hymn 2:22. 
With God is terrible majesty.

1 Terrible God, that reign’st on high,
How awful is thy thundering hand! 
Thy fiery bolts how fierce they fly! 
Nor can all earth or hell withstand.

2 This the old rebel angels knew,
And Satan fell beneath thy frown: 
Thine arrows struck the traitor thro’,
And weighty vengeance sunk him down.

3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still,
And roars beneath th’ eternal load,
“With endless burnings who can dwell,
“Or bear the fury of a God!”

4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit,
Throw down your arms before his throne,
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand shall crush you down.

5 And ye, blest saints, that love him too,
With rev’rence bow before his Name,
Thus all his heavenly servants do: 
God is a bright and burning flame.

Hymn 2:23. 
The sight of God and Christ in heaven.

1 Descend from heaven, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things.

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.

3 O for a sight, a pleasing sight Of our almighty Father’s throne!  There sits our Saviour crown’d with light Cloth’d in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones, and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious thro’ the man, And sheds sweet glories on them all.

5 O what amazing joys they feel
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on every heavenly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their King!

6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and sing, and love!

Hymn 2:24. 
The evil of sin visible in the fall of angels and men.

1 When the great Builder arch’d the skies,
And form’d all nature with a word,
The joyful cherubs tun’d his praise,
And every bending throne ador’d.

2 High in the midst of all the throng,
Satan, a tall archangel, sat,
Amongst the morning stars he sung [1]
Till sin destroy’d his heavenly state.

3 [’Twas sin that hurl’d him from his throne,
Grov’ling in fire the rebel lies: 
“How art thou sunk in darkness down,
“Son of the morning, from the skies!” [2]

4 And thus our two first parents stood
Till sin defil’d the happy place
They lost their garden and their God,
And ruin’d all their unborn race.

5 [So sprung the plague from Adam’s bower,
And spread destruction all abroad;
Sin, the curs’d name, that in one hour
Spoil’d six days labour of a God.]