10 Impossible--For thine own hands Have tied my heart so fast to thee; And in thy book the promise stands, That where thou art thy friends must be. Hymn 2:101. The world's three great temptations. 1 When in the light of faith divine We look on things below, Honour, and gold, and sensual joy, How vain and dangerous too! 2 [Honour's a puff of noisy breath; Yet men expose their blood, And venture everlasting death To gain that airy good. 3 Whilst others starve the nobler mind, And feed on shining dust, They rob the serpent of his food T' indulge a sordid lust.] 4 The pleasures that allure our sense Are dangerous snares to souls; There's but a drop of flattering sweet, And dash'd with bitter bowls. 5 God is mine all-sufficient good, My portion and my choice; In him my vast desires are fill'd, And all my powers rejoice. 6 In vain the world accosts my ear, And tempts my heart anew; I cannot buy your bliss so dear, Nor part with heaven for you. Hymn 2:102. A happy resurrection. 1 No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the grave These dying, withering limbs of mine. 2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust, My God shall raise my frame anew At the revival of the just. 3 Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies, Bring that delightful, dreadful day, Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come, Thy lingering wheels, how long they stay! 4 [Our weary spirits faint to see The light of thy returning face, And hear the language of those lips Where God has shed his richest grace.] 5 Haste then upon the wings of love, Rouse all the pious sleeping clay, That we may join in heavenly joys, And sing the triumph of the day. Hymn 2:103. Christ's commission, John 3. 16 17. 1 Come happy souls, approach your God With new melodious songs; Come, render to almighty grace The tribute of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pity'd dying men, The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod, No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; Trust in the mighty Saviour's Name, And you shall never die. 6 See, dearest Lord our willing souls Accept thine offer'd grace; We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise. Hymn 2:104. The same. 1 Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune, Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. 2 Sing how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bid him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow, No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below.