Hymn 2:38

Happy the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast; Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest.

Knowledge, alas! 'Tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear, Our stubborn sins will fight and reign If love be absent there.

'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet In swift obedience move, The devils know and tremble too, But Satan cannot love.

This is the grace that lives and sings When faith and hope shall cease, 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss.

Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bear us away To see our smiling God.

Hymn 2:39. The shortness and misery of life.

Our days, alas! our mortal days Are short and wretched too; "Evil and few," the patriarch says, And well the patriarch knew.

'Tis but at best a narrow bound That heaven allows to men, And pains and sins run thro' the round Of threescore years and ten.

Well, if ye must be sad and few, Run on, my days, in haste; Moments of sin, and months of woe, Ye cannot fly too fast.

Let heavenly love prepare my soul, And call her to the skies, Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies.