2 They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon this earthly clod,
Well they may search the creature thro’,
For they have ne’er a God.

3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own;
But death comes hastening on to you
To mow your glory down.

4 Yes, you must bow your stately head,
Away your spirit flies,
And no kind angel near your bed
To bear it to the skies.

5 Go now, and boast of all your stores, And tell how bright you shine; Your heaps of glittering dust are yours, And my Redeemer’s mine.

Hymn 2:57. 
The pleasures of a good conscience.

1 Lord, how secure and bless’d are they Who feel the joys of pardon’d sin!  Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within.

2 The day glides sweetly o’er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
And soft and silent as the shades
Their nightly minutes gently move.

3 [Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so fast away;
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

4 How oft they look to th’ heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasure grow! 
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturb’d upon their brow.]

5 They scorn to seek our golden toys,
But spend the day and share the night
In numbering o’er the richer joys
That heaven prepares for their delight.

6 While wretched we, like worms and moles,
Lie grovelling in the dust below: 
Almighty grace, renew our souls,
And we’ll aspire to glory too.

Hymn 2:58
The shortness of life, and the goodness of God.

1 Time! what an empty vapour ’tis! 
And days how swift they are! 
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.

2 [The present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste,
That we can never say, “They’re here,”
But only say, “They’re past.”]

3 [Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin
We all begin to die.]

4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days
Thy lasting favours share,
Yet with the bounties of thy grace
Thou load’st the rolling year.

5 ’Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, And we are cloth d with love; While grace stands pointing out the road That leads our souls above.

6 His goodness runs an endless round;
All glory to the Lord: 
His mercy never knows a bound,
And be his Name ador’d!

7 Thus we begin the lasting song,
And when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong
Till time and nature dies.

Hymn 2:59. 
Paradise on earth.

1 Glory to God that walks the sky,
And sends his blessings thro’,
That tells his saints of joys on high,
And gives a taste below.

2 [Glory to God that stoops his throne
That dust and worms may see’t,
And brings a glimpse of glory down
Around his sacred feet.