9 [My Advocate appears For my defence on high, The Father bows his ear, And lays his thunder by: Not all that hell Or sin can say Shall turn his heart, His love away.] 10 [My dear Almighty Lord, My Conqu'ror and my King, Thy sceptre and thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing: Thine is the power; Behold I sit In willing bonds Before thy feet.] 11 [Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down My captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown. A feeble saint Shall win the day, Tho' death and hell Obstruct the way.] 12 Should all the hosts of death, And powers of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on; I shall be safe, For Christ displays Superior power, And guardian grace. End of the First Book. Hymns. Book 2. Composed on Divine Subjects. Hymn 2:1. A song of praise to God from Great Britain. 1 Nature with all her powers shall sing God the Creator and the King; Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas Deny the tribute of their praise. 2 [Begin to make his glories known, Ye seraphs that sit near his throne; Tune your harps high, and spread the sound To the creation's utmost bound. 3 All mortal things of meaner frame, Exert your force and own his Name; Whilst with our souls and with our voice We sing his honours and our joys.] 4 [To him be sacred all we have From the young cradle to the grave: Our lips shall his loud wonders tell, And every word a miracle.] 5 [This northern isle, our native land, Lies safe in God th' Almighty's hand: Our foes of victory dream in vain, And wear the captivating chain. 6 He builds and guards the British throne, And makes it gracious like his own, Makes our successive princes kind, And gives our dangers to the wind.] 7 Raise monumental praises high To him that thunders thro' the sky, And with an awful nod or frown Shakes an aspiring tyrant down. 8 [Pillars of lasting brass proclaim The triumphs of th' eternal Name; While trembling nations read from far The honours of the God of war.] 9 Thus let our flaming zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs Britain pronounce with warmest joy Hosanna from ten thousand tongues. 10 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy Name; The strongest notes that angels raise Faint in the worship and the praise. Hymn 2:2. The death of a sinner. 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay, Till like a flood with rapid force Death sweeps the wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends, Herself a frightful ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones, Nor the compassions of a God Shall hearken to their groans.