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HYMN 42. Second Part. S.M.
The worldling. (cont.)

2	What anxious cares corrode    The mind intent on wealth; His mammon oft becomes a load,    Which robs him of his health.
3	Does he his end attain,    And in full afflu'nce roll? What does the sordid creature gain,    When God demands his soul?
4	My heart, to heav'n aspire,    And seek thine all in God: Nor e'er pollute thy pure desire,    By trifles on the road.
5	He doth my soul now bless    With his enriching grace; But O what wealth shall I possess,    When I behold his face!
6	These riches of his grace    Will then to glory rise, When I have run my earthly race,    And gain'd the immortal prize.

HYMN 43. First Part. C.M.
The ninth command.

1	RELIGION is the chief concern    Of Of mortals here below: May all its great importance learn,    Its sov'reign virtue know.
2	Let deep repentance, faith and love,    Be join'd with godly fear; And all our conversation prove    Our souls to be sincere.
3	Let with our lips our hearts agree,    Nor slandering words devise: We know the God of truth can see    Thro' ev'ry false disguise.

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HYMN 43. First Part. C.M.
The ninth command. (cont.)

4	Lord, never let our envy grow,    To hear another's praise; Nor rob him of his honour due,    By base revengeful ways.
5	O God of truth! help to detest    Whate'er is false or wrong; That lies in earnest or in jest    May ne'er employ our tongue.

HYMN 43. Second Part. C.M.
The Christian is true and faithful to Jesus.

1	AM I a soldier of the cross,    A follow'r of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause,    Or blush to speak his name?
2	Must I be carried to the skies    On flow'ry beds of ease; While others fought to win the prize,    And sail'd thro' bloody seas?
3	Are there no foes for me to face?    Must I not stem the flood? Is this wild world a friend to grace,    To help me on to God?
4	Sure I must fight, if I would reign;    Be faithful to my Lord, And bear the toil, endure the pain,    Supported by thy word.
5	Thy saints, in all this glorious war,    Shall conquer tho' they die; They see the triumph from afar,    And seize it with their eye.
6	When that illustrious day shall rise,    And all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry thro' the skies,    The glory shall be thine.