2 With names of virtue she deceives The aged and the young; And while the heedless wretch believes, She makes his fetters strong. 3 She pleads for all the joys she brings, And gives a fair pretence; But cheats the soul of heavenly things, And chains it down to sense. 4 So on a tree divinely fair Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poison there, And tainted all her blood. Hymn 2:151. Prophesy and inspiration. 1 'Twas by an order from the Lord The ancient prophets spoke his word; His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warm'd their hearts with heavenly fire. 2 The works and wonders which they wrought Confirm'd the messages they brought; The prophet's pen succeeds his breath To save the holy words from death. 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book; There my Redeemer's face I see, And read his name who dy'd for me. 4 Let the false raptures of the mind Be lost and vanish in the wind; Here I can fix my hopes secure, This is thy word, and must endure. Hymn 2:152. Sinai and Sion, Heb. 12. 18 &c. 1 Not to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest, fire, and smoke, Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke; 2 But we are come to Sion's hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare his will And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold th' innumerable host Of angels cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just Whose faith is turn'd to sight! 4 Behold the bless'd assembly there, Whose names are writ in heaven; And God the judge of all declares Their vilest sins forgiven. 5 The saints on earth and all the dead But one communion make; All join in Christ their living head, And of his grace partake. 6 In such society as this My weary soul would rest: The man that dwells where Jesus is, Must be for ever blest. Hymn 2:153. The distemper, folly, and madness of sin. 1 Sin like a venomous disease Infects our vital blood; The only balm is sovereign grace, And the physician, God. 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled, And we draw near to death; But Christ the Lord recalls the dead With his almighty breath. 3 Madness by nature reigns within, The passions burn and rage; Till God's own Son with skill divine The inward fire assuage. 4 [We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, And solid good despise; Such is the folly of the mind, Till Jesus makes us wise. 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, We drink the poisonous gall, And rush with fury down to hell; But heaven prevents the fall.] 6 [The man possess'd amongst the tombs, Cuts his own flesh and cries; He foams, and raves, till Jesus comes, And the foul spirit flies.] Hymn 2:154. Self-righteousness insufficient. 1 "Where are the mourners, [1] (saith the Lord) "That wait and tremble at my word, "That walk in darkness all the day? "Come, make my name your trust and stay. 2 ["No works nor duties of your own "Can for the smallest sin atone; "The robes [2] that nature may provide "Will not your least pollutions hide.