2 Jesus, thy witness speaks within: The mercy which thy words reveal Refines the heart from sense and sin, And stamps its own celestial seal. 3 'Tis God's inimitable hand That moulds and forms the heart anew; Blasphemers can no more withstand, But bow and own thy doctrine true. 4 The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood, Finds peace and pardon at thy cross; The sinful soul averse to God, Believes and loves his Maker's laws. 5 Learning and wit may cease their strife, When miracles with glory shine; The voice that calls the dead to life Must be almighty, and divine. Hymn 1:5. Submission to afflictive providences, Job 1. 21. 1 Naked as from the earth we came, And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favours borrow'd now, To be repaid anon. 3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave; He gives, and (blessed be his name!) He takes but what he gave. 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then, Let each rebellious sigh Be silent at his sov'reign will, And every murmur die. 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread; And we'll adore the justice too That strikes our comforts dead. Hymn 1:6. Triumph over death, Job 19. 25-27. 1 Great God, I own thy sentence just And nature must decay; I yield my body to the dust To dwell with fellow-clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs: My Jesus, my Redeemer lives, My God, my Saviour comes. 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear High on a royal seat, And Death, the last of all his foes, Lie vanquish'd at his feet. 4 Tho' greedy worms devour my skin, And gnaw my wasting flesh, When God shall build my bones again, He clothes them all afresh. 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face With strong immortal eyes, And feast upon thy unknown grace With pleasure and surprise. Hymn 1:7. The invitation of the gospel; or, Spiritual food and clothing, Isa. 55. 1 &c. 1 Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice, The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Ho, all ye hungry starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind, 3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd A soul reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. 6 [Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain To weave a garment of your own That will not hide your sin, 7 Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepar'd by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son, And dy'd in his own blood.] 8 Dear God, the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins.