2 Our soaring spirits upward rise Tow'rd the celestial throne, Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the Almighty One. 3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies; But still how far beneath thy feet Our groveling reason lies! 4 [Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore, For the weak pinions of our mind Can stretch a thought no more.] 5 Thy glories infinitely rise Above our labouring tongue; In vain the highest seraph tries To form an equal song. 6 [In humble notes our faith adores The great mysterious King, While angels strain their nobler powers, And sweep th' immortal string.] Hymn 2:88. Salvation. 1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay, But we arise by grace divine To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. Hymn 2:89. Christ's victory over Satan. 1 Hosanna to our conquering King! The prince of darkness flies, His troops rush headlong down to hell Like lightning from the skies. 2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar, And fright the rescu'd sheep, But heavy bars confine their power And malice to the deep. 3 Hosanna to our conquering King, All hail, incarnate love! Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above. 4 Thy victories and thy deathless fame Thro' the wide world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won. Hymn 2:90. Faith in Christ for pardon and sanctification. 1 How sad our state by nature is! Our sin how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word, "Ho, ye despairing sinners, come, "And trust upon the Lord." 3 My soul obeys th' almighty call, And runs to this relief, I would believe thy promise, Lord, O! help my unbelief. 4 [To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly, Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest die. 5 Stretch out thine arm victorious King, My reigning sins subdue, Drive the old dragon from his seat, With all his hellish crew.] 6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall: Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all. Hymn 2:91. The glory of Christ in heaven. 1 O the delights, the heavenly joys, The glories of the place Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace. 2 Sweet majesty and awful love Sit smiling on his brow, And all the glorious ranks above At humble distance bow. 3 [Princes to his imperial Name Bend their bright sceptres down, Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice To see him wear the crown.] 4 Archangels sound his lofty praise Thro' every heavenly street, And lay their highest honours down Submissive at his feet.