3 There's nothing round this spacious earth That suits my large desire; To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire. 4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood, From sin and dross refin'd, Still springing from the throne of God, And fit to cheer the mind. 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, The glorious and the great, Brings his own all-sufficience there, To make our bliss complete.] 6 Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd climb the heavenly road; There sits my Saviour dress'd in love, And there my smiling God. Hymn 2:11. The same. 1 Send the joys of earth away, Away ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind. 2 Your streams were floating me along Down to the gulf of black despair, And whilst I listen'd to your song, Your streams had e'en convey'd me there. 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That warn'd me of that dark abyss, That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bid me seek superior bliss. 4 Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes; O for the pinions of a dove To bear me to the upper skies. 5 There from the bosom of my God Oceans of endless pleasure roll; There would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul. Hymn 2:12. Christ is the substance of the Levitical priesthood. 1 The true Messiah now appears, The types are all withdrawn; So fly the shadows and the stars Before the rising dawn. 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs, Nor kid, nor bullock slain, Incense and spice of costly names Would all be burnt in vain. 3 Aaron must lay his robes away; His mitre and his vest, When God himself comes down to be The offering and the priest. 4 He took our mortal flesh to show The wonders of his love; For us he paid his life below, And prays for us above. 5 "Father, (he cries) forgive their sins, "For I myself have dy'd," And then he shews his open'd veins, And pleads his wounded side. Hymn 2:13. The creation, preservation, dissolution, and restoration of this world. 1 Sing to the Lord that built the skies, The Lord that rear'd this stately frame; Let half the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his Name. 2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills, Made every drop and every dust, Nature and time with all their wheels, And push'd them into motion first. 3 Now from his high imperial throne He looks far down upon the spheres; He bids the shining orbs roll on, And round he turns our hasty years. 4 Thus shall this moving engine last Till all his saints are gather'd in, Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast To shake it all to dust again! 5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies, And lightning burn the globe below, Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, There's a new heaven and earth for you. Hymn 2:14. The Lord's day; or, Delight in ordinances. 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!