2 But Christ the heavenly Lamb
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

Hymn 2:143. 
Flesh and spirit.

1 What different powers of grace and sin
Attend our mortal state! 
I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate.

2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,
While sin and Satan reign: 
Now raise my songs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.

3 So darkness struggles with the light
Till perfect day arise;
Water and fire maintain the fight
Until the weaker dies.

4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,
And vex and break my peace;
But I shall quit this mortal life,
And sin for ever cease.

Hymn 2:144. 
The effusion of the Spirit; or,
The success of the gospel.

1 Great was the day, the joy was great,
When the divine disciples met;
Whilst on their heads the Spirit came,
And sat like tongues of cloven flame.

2 What gifts, what miracles he gave!  And power to kill, and power to save!  Furnish’d their tongues with wondrous words, Instead of shields, and spears, and swords.

3 Thus arm’d, he sent the champions forth
From east to west, from south to north;
“Go, and assert your Saviour’s cause,
“Go, spread the mystery of his cross.”

4 These weapons of the holy war,
Of what almighty force they are
To make our stubborn passions bow,
And lay the proudest rebel low!

5 Nations, the learned and the rude,
Are by these heavenly arms subdu’d;
While Satan rages at his loss,
And hates the doctrine of the cross.

6 Great King of Grace, my heart subdue,
I would be led in triumph too,
A willing captive to my Lord,
And sing the victories of his word.

Hymn 2:145. 
Sight through a glass, and face to face.

1 I love the windows of thy grace
Thro’ which my Lord is seen,
And long to meet my Saviour’s face
Without a glass between.

2 O, that the happy hour were come
To change my faith to sight! 
I shall behold my Lord at home
In a diviner light.

3 Haste, my beloved, and remove
These interposing days: 
Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.

Hymn 2:146. 
The vanity of creatures;
or, No rest on earth.

1 Man has a soul of vast desires,
He burns within with restless fires;
Tost to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.