7 [By glimmering hopes and gloomy fears
We trace the sacred road,
Thro’ dismal deeps and dangerous snares
We make our way to God.]

8 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion’s hill.

9 [See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come;
There Jesus the fore-runner waits
To welcome travellers home.]

10 There on a green and flowery mount
Our weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount
The labours of our feet.

11 [No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear,
Infinite grace shall be our song,
And God rejoice to hear.]

12 Eternal glories to the King
That brought us safely thro’;
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.

Hymn 2:54. 
God’s presence is light in darkness.

1 My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.

2 In darkest shades if he appear,
My dawning is begun;
He is my soul’s sweet morning star
And he my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shews his heart is mine,
And whispers, “I am his!”

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way
T’ embrace my dearest Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death! 
I’d break thro’ every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror thro’.

Hymn 2:55. 
Frail life and succeeding eternity.

1 Thee we adore, eternal Name,
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame! 
What dying worms are we!

2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still
As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.

3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate’er we do, where’er we be,
We’re travelling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick thro’ all the ground
To push us to the tomb,
And fierce diseases wait around
To hurry mortals home.

5 Good God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things! 
Th’ eternal states of all the dead
Upon life’s feeble strings.

6 Infinite joy or endless woe
Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcern’d we go
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense
To walk this dangerous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

Hymn 2:56. 
The misery of being without God in this world; or,
Vain prosperity.

1 O, I shall envy them no more
Who grow profanely great,
Tho’ they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.