4 He over-rules all mortal things, And manages our mean affairs; On humble souls the King of kings Bestows his counsels and his cares. 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour Into the bosom of our God, He hears us in the mournful hour, And helps us bear the heavy load. 6 In vain might lofty princes try Such condescension to perform; For worms were never rais'd so high Above their meanest fellow-worm. 7 O could our thankful hearts devise A tribute equal to thy grace, To the third heaven our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise. Hymn 2:47. Glory and grace in the person of Christ. 1 Now to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue; Hosanna to th' eternal Name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise, the powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 4 But in his looks a glory stands, The noblest labour of thine hands: The pleasing lustre of his eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. 5 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: Ye angels, dwell upon the sound, Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground! 6 O, may I live to reach the place Where he unveils his lovely face, Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his Name to harps of gold! Hymn 2:48. Love to the creatures is dangerous. 1 How vain are all things here below! How false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure hath its poison too, And every sweet a snare. 2 The brightest things below the sky Give but a flattering light; We should suspect some danger nigh Where we possess delight. 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wavering minds, And leave but half for God! 4 The fondness of a creature's love, How strong it strikes the sense! Thither the warm affections move, Nor can we call them thence. 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be My soul's eternal food; And grace command my heart away From all created good. Hymn 2:49. Moses dying in the embraces of God. 1 Death cannot make our souls afraid If God be with us there; We may walk thro' her darkest shade, And never yield to fear. 2 I could renounce my all below, If my Creator bid, And run, if I were call'd to go, And die as Moses did. 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, And view the promis'd land, My flesh itself shall long to drop, And pray for the command. 4 Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms I would forget my breath, And lose my life among the charms Of so divine a death. Hymn 2:50. Comfort under sorrows and pains. 1 Now let the Lord my Saviour smile, And shew my name upon his heart, I would forget my pains awhile, And in the pleasure lose the smart. But O it swells my sorrows high To see my blessed Jesus frown! My spirits sink, my comforts die, And all the springs of life are down.