4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell
The wonders of his grace,
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

5 For ever his dear sacred Name
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
And Jesus and salvation be
The close of every song.

Hymn 2:87. 
The divine glories above our reason.

1 How wond’rous great, how glorious bright
Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light
Of vast infinity!

2 Our soaring spirits upward rise
Tow’rd the celestial throne,
Fain would we see the blessed Three,
And the Almighty One.

3 Our reason stretches all its wings,
And climbs above the skies;
But still how far beneath thy feet
Our groveling reason lies!

4 [Lord, here we bend our humble souls,
And awfully adore,
For the weak pinions of our mind
Can stretch a thought no more.]

5 Thy glories infinitely rise
Above our labouring tongue;
In vain the highest seraph tries
To form an equal song.

6 [In humble notes our faith adores
The great mysterious King,
While angels strain their nobler powers,
And sweep th’ immortal string.]

Hymn 2:88. 
Salvation.

1 Salvation!  O, the joyful sound! 
’Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell’s dark door we lay,
But we arise by grace divine
To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

Hymn 2:89. 
Christ’s victory over Satan.

1 Hosanna to our conquering King! 
The prince of darkness flies,
His troops rush headlong down to hell
Like lightning from the skies.

2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar,
And fright the rescu’d sheep,
But heavy bars confine their power
And malice to the deep.

3 Hosanna to our conquering King,
All hail, incarnate love! 
Ten thousand songs and glories wait
To crown thy head above.

4 Thy victories and thy deathless fame
Thro’ the wide world shall run,
And everlasting ages sing
The triumphs thou hast won.

Hymn 2:90. 
Faith in Christ for pardon and sanctification.

1 How sad our state by nature is! 
Our sin how deep it stains! 
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word,
“Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
“And trust upon the Lord.”

3 My soul obeys th’ almighty call,
And runs to this relief,
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
O! help my unbelief.

4 [To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest die.