3 O might I once mount up and see The glories of th’ eternal skies, What little things these worlds would be!  How despicable to my eyes!

4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,
Vanish, as tho’ I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.

6 Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.

Hymn 2:42. 
Delight in God.

1 My God, what endless pleasures dwell
Above at thy right-hand! 
The courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand!

2 The swallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note;
The lark mounts upward to thy skies,
And tunes her warbling throat: 

3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with joyful tongues,
Or sitting round our Father’s board,
We crown the feast with songs.

4 While Jesus shines with quickening grace,
We sing and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.

5 [Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widow’d state,
Wandering she flies thro’ all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate.

6 Just so our thoughts from thing to thing
In restless circles rove,
Just so we drop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

Hymn 2:43. 
Christ’s sufferings and glory.

1 Now for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah’s equal Son! 
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.

2 Sing how he left the worlds of light
And the bright robes he wore above,
How swift and joyful was his flight
On wings of everlasting love.

3 Down to this base, this sinful earth
He came to raise our nature high;
He came t’ atone almighty wrath;
Jesus the God was born to die.]

4 [Hell and its lions roar’d around,
His precious blood the monsters spilt,
While weighty sorrows press’d him down,
Large as the loads of all our guilt.]

5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death
Th’ almighty Captive pris’ner lay;
Th’ almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Up to his throne of shining grace,
See what immortal glories sit
Round the sweet beauties of his face.

7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs
Jesus the God exalted reigns,
His sacred Name fills all their tongues
And echoes thro’ the heavenly plains!

Hymn 2:44. 
Hell; or, The vengeance of God.

1 With holy fear and humble song,
The dreadful God our souls adore;
Reverence and awe becomes the tongue
That speaks the terrors of his power.