Hymn 2:160. 
Custom in sin.

1 Let the wild leopards of the wood
Put off the spots that nature gives,
Then may the wicked turn to God,
And change their tempers and their lives.

2 As well might Ethiopian slaves Wash out the darkness of their skin; The dead as well might leave their graves, As old transgressors cease to sin.

3 Where vice has held its empire long
’Twill not endure the least control;
None but a power divinely strong
Can turn the current of the soul.

4 Great God, I own thy power divine, That works to change this heart of mine; I would be form’d anew, and bless The wonders of creating grace.

Hymn 2:161. 
Christian virtues; or, The
difficulty of conversion.

1 Strait is the way, the door is strait
That leads to joys on high;
’Tis but a few that find the gate,
While crowds mistake and die.

2 Beloved self must be deny’d,
The mind and will renew’d: 
Passion suppress’d, and patience try’d,
And vain desires subdu’d.

3 [Flesh is a dangerous foe to grace,
Where it prevails and rules;
Flesh must be humbled, pride abas’d,
Lest they destroy our souls.

4 The love of gold be banish’d hence,
(That vile idolatry);
And every member, every sense
In sweet subjection lie.]

5 The tongue, that most unruly power,
Requires a strong restraint;
We must be watchful every hour,
And pray, but never faint.

6 Lord, can a feeble helpless worm
Fulfil a task so hard? 
Thy grace must all my work perform,
And give the free reward.

Hymn 2:162
Meditation of heaven;
or, The joy of faith.

1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies
And look within the veil;
There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.

2 There I behold with sweet delight
The blessed Three in One;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God’s incarnate Son.

3 His promise stands for ever firm,
His grace shall ne’er depart;
He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.

4 Light are the pains that’ nature brings,
How short our sorrows are,
When with eternal future things,
The present we compare!

5 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I for ever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer’s face.

Hymn 2:163. 
Complaint of desertion and temptations.

1 Dear Lord, behold our sore distress;
Our sins attempt to reign;
Stretch out thine arm of conquering grace,
And let thy foes be slain.

2 [The lion with his dreadful roar
Affrights thy feeble sheep;
Reveal the glory of thy power,
And chain him to the deep.

3 Must we indulge a long despair,
Shall our petitions die;
Our mournings never reach thine ear,
Nor tears affect thine eye?]