7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings A fiery tempest pour, While we beneath thy sheltering wings Thy just revenge adore. *Hebrews 12:29. Hymn 1:43. [Supplement.] The Christian treasure, 1 Cor. 3. 21. 1 How vast the treasure we possess! How rich thy bounty, King of Grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home. 2 All things are ours, the gifts of God; The purchase of a Saviour's blood: While the good Spirit shews us how To use and to improve them too. 3 If peace and plenty crown my days, They help, me, Lord, to speak thy praise! If bread of sorrows be my food, Those sorrows work my lasting good. 4 I would not change my blest estate For all the world calls good or great: And while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner's gold. 5 Father, I wait thy daily will; Thou shalt divide my portion still: Grant me on earth what seems thee best, Till death and heaven reveal the rest. Hymn 1:44. [Supplement.] The true improvement of life. 1 And is this life prolong'd to me? Are days and seasons given? O let me then prepare to be A fitter heir of heaven. 2 In vain these moments shall not pass, These golden hours be gone: Lord, I accept thine offered grace, I bow before thy throne. 3 Now cleanse my soul from every sin, By my Redeemer's blood: Now let my flesh and soul begin The honours of my God. 4 Let me no more my soul beguile With sin's deceitful toys: Let cheerful hope increasing still Approach to heavenly joys. 5 My thankful lips shall loud proclaim The wonders of thy praise, And spread the savour of thy Name Where'er I spend my days. 6 On earth let my example shine, And when I leave this state, May heaven receive this soul of mine To bliss supremely great. Hymn 1:45. The last judgment, Rev. 21. 5-8. 1 See where the great incarnate God Fills a majestic throne, While from the skies his awful voice Bears the last judgment down. 2 ["I am the first, and I the last, "Thro' endless years the same; "I AM is my memorial still, "And my eternal name. 3 "Such favours as a God can give "My royal grace bestows; "Ye thirsty souls come taste the streams "Where life and pleasure flows.] 4 ["The saint that triumphs o'er his sins, "I'll own him for a son, "The whole creation shall reward "The conquests he has won. 5 "But bloody hands and hearts unclean, "And all the lying race, "The faithless and the scoffing crew, "That spurn at offer'd grace, 6 "They shall be taken from my sight, "Bound fast in iron chains, "And headlong plung'd into the lake "Where fire and darkness reigns." 7 O may I stand before the Lamb, When earth and seas are fled! And hear the Judge pronounce my name With blessings on my head! 8 May I with those for ever dwell Who here were my delight, While sinners banish'd down to hell, No more offend my sight. Hymn 1:46. [Supplement.] The privileges of the living above the dead.