2 [What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod! There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God.] 3 [In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light; 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And whilst upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shew his head 'Tis morning with my soul.] 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health, and safe abode; Thanks to thy Name for meaner things, But they are not my God. 6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, If once compar'd to thee; Or what's my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me? 7 Were I possessor of the earth, And call'd the stars my own Without thy graces and thyself I were a wretch undone. 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of thy face, And I desire no more. Hymn 2:95. Look on him whom they pierced, and mourn. 1 Infinite grief! amazing woe! Behold my bleeding Lord: Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, And us'd the Roman sword. 2 O the sharp pangs of smarting pain My dear Redeemer bore, When knotty whips and ragged thorns His sacred body tore! 3 But knotty whips and ragged thorns In vain do I accuse; In vain I blame the Roman bands, And the more spiteful Jews. 4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, His chief tormentors were; Each of my crimes became a nail, And unbelief the spear. 5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head: Break, break, my heart, O burst mine eyes! And let my sorrows bleed. 6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyes In undissembled woe. Hymn 2:96. Distinguishing love; or, Angels punished and men saved. 1 Down headlong from their native skies The rebel angels fell, And thunderbolts of flaming wrath Pursu'd them deep to hell. 2 Down from the top of earthly bliss Rebellious man was hurl'd And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave To reach a sinking world. 3 O love of infinite degree! Unmeasurable grace! Must heaven's eternal Darling die To save a traitorous race? 4 Must angels sink for ever down, And burn in quenchless fire, While God forsakes his shining throne To raise us wretches higher? 5 O for this love let earth and skies With hallelujahs ring, And the full choir of human tongues All hallelujah sing. Hymn 2:97. The same. 1 From heaven the sinning angels fell, And wrath and darkness chain'd them down; But man, vile man, forsook his bliss, And mercy lifts him to a crown. 2 Amazing work of sovereign grace That could distinguish rebels so! Our guilty treasons call'd aloud For everlasting fetters too. 3 To thee, to thee, Almighty Love, Our souls, ourselves, our all we pay: Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise On the bright hills of heavenly day. Hymn 2:98. Hardness of heart complained of.