Hymn 2:65. 
The hope of heaven our support under trials on earth.

1 When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl’d,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

Hymn 2:66. 
A prospect of heaven makes death easy.

1 There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never withering flowers: 
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 [Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress’d in living green
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll’d between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.]

5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Hymn 2:67. 
God’s eternal dominion.

1 Great God, how infinite art thou! 
What worthless worms are we! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to thee.

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God
Were all the nations dead.

3 Nature and time quite naked lie
To thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky
To the great burning day.

4 Eternity with all its years
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there’s nothing old appears,
Great God, there’s nothing new.

5 Our lives thro’ various scenes are drawn,
And vex’d with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturb’d affairs.

6 Great God, how infinite art thou! 
What worthless worms are we! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to thee.

Hymn 2:68. 
The humble worship of heaven.

1 Father, I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode,
I’d leave thy earthly courts and flee
Up to thy seat, my God!

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
And ’tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight.

3 I’d part with all the joys of sense
To gaze upon thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.