Genesis 47:9

Hymn 2:40. Our comfort in the covenant made with Christ.

Our God, how firm his promise stands, E'en when he hides his face! He trusts in our Redeemer's hands His glory and his grace.

Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one; Thy God is faithful to his saints, Is faithful to his Son.

Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd, And part of heaven possess'd; I praise his Name for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest.

Hymn 2:41. A sight of God mortifies us to the world.

[Up to the fields where angels lie, And living waters gently roll, Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ, Can make this load of guilt remove; And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st, On thy kind wings, celestial Dove!]

O might I once mount up and see The glories of th' eternal skies, What little things these worlds would be! How despicable to my eyes!

Had I a glance of thee, my God, Kingdoms and men would vanish soon, Vanish, as tho' I saw them not, As a dim candle dies at noon.

Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, I should perceive the noise no more Than we can hear a shaking leaf, While rattling thunders round us roar.

Great All in All, eternal King, Let me but view thy lovely face, And all my powers shall bow and sing Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.