4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone,
When new temptations spring and rise
We find how great our weakness is.

5 [So Samson, when his hair was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cost;
Shook his vain limbs with sad surprise,
Made feeble fight, and lost his eyes.]

Hymn 1:16. 
Hosanna to Christ, Matt. 21. 9.  Luke 19. 38 40.

1 Hosanna to the royal Son
Of David’s ancient line,
His natures two, his person one,
Mysterious and divine.

2 The root of David here we find,
And offspring is the same;
Eternity and time are join’d
In our Immanuel’s name.

3 Bless’d he that comes to wretched men
With peaceful news from heaven;
Hosannas of the highest strain
To Christ the Lord be given.

4 Let mortals ne’er refuse to take Th’ hosanna on their tongues, Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break Their silence into songs.

Hymn 1:17. 
Victory over death, 1 Cor. 15, 55 &c.

1 O for an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o’er the monster Death,
And all his frightful powers.

2 Joyful with all the strength I have
My quivering lips should sing,
“Where is thy boasted victory, Grave? 
And where the monster’s sting?”

3 If sin be pardon’d I’m secure,
Death hath no sting beside;
The law gives sin its damning power,
But Christ, my ransom, died.

4 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conquerors while we die,
Thro’ Christ our living head.

Hymn 1:18. 
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord, Rev. 14. 13.

1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims,
For all the pious dead,
Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are bless’d;
How kind their slumbers are! 
From sufferings and from sins releas’d,
And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They’re present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

Hymn 1:19. 
The song of Simeon; or, Death made desirable,
Luke 2. 27 &c.

1 Lord at thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came,
And hope to meet our Saviour here;
O make our joys the same!

2 With what divine and vast delight
The good old man was fill’d,
When fondly in his wither’d arms
He clasp’d the holy child!

3 “Now I can leave this world,” he cry’d,
“Behold thy servant dies,
“I’ve seen thy great salvation, Lord,
“And close my peaceful eyes.

4 “This is the light prepar’d to shine
“Upon the Gentile lands,
“Thine Israel’s glory, and their hope
“To break their slavish bands.”

5 [Jesus, the vision of thy face
Hath overpowering charms
Scarce shall I feel death’s cold embrace
If Christ be in my arms.