3 Petitions now and praise may rise,
And saints their offerings bring,
The priest with his own sacrifice
Presents them to the King.

4 [Let Papists trust what names they please,
Their saints and angels boast;
We’ve no such advocates as these,
Nor pray to th’ heavenly host.]

6 Jesus alone shall bear my cries
Up to his Father’s throne,
He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.

6 [Ten thousand praises to the King,
Hosanna in the highest;
Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]

Hymn 2:38. 
Love to God.

1 Happy the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

9 Knowledge, alas!  ’Tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear,
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign
If love be absent there.

3 ’Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move,
The devils know and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and sings When faith and hope shall cease, ’Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss.

5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away
To see our smiling God.

Hymn 2:39. 
The shortness and misery of life.

1 Our days, alas! our mortal days
Are short and wretched too;
“Evil and few,” the patriarch says, [1]
And well the patriarch knew.

2 ’Tis but at best a narrow bound
That heaven allows to men,
And pains and sins run thro’ the round
Of threescore years and ten.

3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on, my days, in haste;
Moments of sin, and months of woe,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,
Where years of long salvation roll,
And glory never dies.

[1] Genesis 47:9.

Hymn 2:40. 
Our comfort in the covenant made with Christ.

1 Our God, how firm his promise stands,
E’en when he hides his face! 
He trusts in our Redeemer’s hands
His glory and his grace.

2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints,
Since Christ and we are one;
Thy God is faithful to his saints,
Is faithful to his Son.

3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv’d,
And part of heaven possess’d;
I praise his Name for grace receiv’d,
And trust him for the rest.

Hymn 2:41. 
A sight of God mortifies us to the world.

1 [Up to the fields where angels lie, And living waters gently roll, Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ, Can make this load of guilt remove; And thou canst bear me where thou fly’st, On thy kind wings, celestial Dove!]