3 And when we taste thy love, Our joys divinely grow Unspeakable, like those above, And heaven begins below. Hymn 1:109. The value of Christ and his righteousness, Phil. 3. 7 8 9. 1 No more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now for the love I bear his Name, What was my gain I count my loss, My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross. 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus' sake O may my soul be found in him, And of his righteousness partake. 4 The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne; But faith can answer thy demands By pleading what my Lord has done. Hymn 1:110. Death and immediate glory, 2 Cor. 5. 1 5-8. 1 There is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high: And here my spirit waiting stands Till God shall bid it fly. 2 Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolv'd and fall, Then, O my soul, with joy obey Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 'Tis he by his almighty grace That forms thee fit for heaven, And as an earnest of the place, Has his own Spirit given. 4 We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith lives upon his word; But while the body is our home We're absent from the Lord. 5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, But we had rather see; We would be absent from the flesh, And present, Lord, with thee. Hymn 1:111. Salvation by grace, Titus 3. 3-7. 1 [Lord, we confess our numerous faults, How great our guilt has been! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sin. 2 But O, my soul, for ever praise, For ever love his Name, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways Of folly, sin, and shame.] 3 ['Tis not by works of righteousness Which our own hands have done; But we are sav'd by sovereign grace Abounding thro' his Son.] 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; 'Tis by the water and the blood Our souls are wash'd from sin. 5 'Tis thro' the purchase of his death, Who hung upon the tree, The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we. 6 Rais'd from the dead we live anew; And justify'd by grace We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father's face. Hymn 1:112. The brazen serpent; or, Looking to Jesus, John 3. 14 15 16. 1 So did the Hebrew prophet raise The brazen serpent high, The wounded felt immediate ease, The camp forbore to die. 2 "Look upward in the dying hour, And live," the prophet cries; But Christ performs a nobler cure, When Faith lifts up her eyes. 3 High on the cross the Saviour hung, High in the heavens he reigns: Here sinners by th' old serpent stung Look, and forget their pains. 4 When God's own Son is lifted up, A dying world revives, The Jew beholds the glorious hope, Th' expiring Gentile lives. Hymn 1:113. Abraham's blessings on the Gentiles, Gen. 17. 7. Rom. 15. 8. Mark 10. 14.