1 Eternal Sovereign of the sky,
And Lord of all below,
We mortals to thy majesty
Our first obedience owe.

2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme,
And bless thy providence
For magistrates of meaner name,
Our glory and defence.

3 [The crowns of British princes shine
With rays above the rest,
Where laws and liberties combine
To make the nation bless’d.]

4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,
While virtue finds reward;
And sinners perish from the land
By justice and the sword.

5 Let Cesar’s due be ever paid
To Cesar and his throne;
But consciences and souls were made
To be the Lord’s alone.

Hymn 2:150. 
The deceitfulness of sin.

1 Sin has a thousand treacherous arts
To practise on the mind;
With flattering looks she tempts our hearts
But leaves a sting behind.

2 With names of virtue she deceives
The aged and the young;
And while the heedless wretch believes,
She makes his fetters strong.

3 She pleads for all the joys she brings,
And gives a fair pretence;
But cheats the soul of heavenly things,
And chains it down to sense.

4 So on a tree divinely fair
Grew the forbidden food;
Our mother took the poison there,
And tainted all her blood.

Hymn 2:151. 
Prophesy and inspiration.

1 ’Twas by an order from the Lord
The ancient prophets spoke his word;
His Spirit did their tongues inspire,
And warm’d their hearts with heavenly fire.

2 The works and wonders which they wrought
Confirm’d the messages they brought;
The prophet’s pen succeeds his breath
To save the holy words from death.

3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look
On the dear volume of thy book;
There my Redeemer’s face I see,
And read his name who dy’d for me.

4 Let the false raptures of the mind
Be lost and vanish in the wind;
Here I can fix my hopes secure,
This is thy word, and must endure.

Hymn 2:152. 
Sinai and Sion, Heb. 12. 18 &c.

1 Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke,
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke;

2 But we are come to Sion’s hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will
And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold th’ innumerable host
Of angels cloth’d in light! 
Behold the spirits of the just
Whose faith is turn’d to sight!

4 Behold the bless’d assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven;
And God the judge of all declares
Their vilest sins forgiven.

5 The saints on earth and all the dead
But one communion make;
All join in Christ their living head,
And of his grace partake.

6 In such society as this
My weary soul would rest: 
The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever blest.