2 But in the grace that rescu’d man
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross ’tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.

3 [Here his whole name appears complete;
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove
Which of the letters best is writ,
The power, the wisdom, or the love.]

4 Here I behold his inmost heart Where grace and vengeance strangely join, Piercing his Son with sharpest smart To make the purchas’d pleasure mine.

5 O the sweet wonders of that cross
Where God the Saviour lov’d and dy’d! 
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

6 I would for ever speak his Name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father’s throne.

Hymn 3:11. 
Pardon brought in our senses.

1 Lord, how divine thy comforts are! 
How heavenly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;
There Jesus says, that “I am his,
“And my Beloved’s mine.”

3 “Here,” (says the kind redeeming Lord,
And shews his wounded side)
“See here the spring of all your joys,
“That open’d when I dy’d.”

4 [He smiles and cheers my mournful heart
And tells of all his pain,
“All this,” says he, “I bore for thee;”
And then he smiles again.]

5 What shall we pay our heavenly King
For grace so vast as this? 
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.

6 [Let such amazing loves as these
Be sounded all abroad,
Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.]

7 [To him that wash’d us in his blood
Be everlasting praise,
Salvation, honour, glory, power,
Eternal as his days.]

Hymn 3:12. 
The gospel feast, Luke 14. 16 &c.

1 [How rich are thy provisions Lord!  Thy table furnish’d from above, The fruits of life o’erspread the board, The cup o’erflows with heavenly love.

2 Thine ancient family the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast;
We humbly take what they refuse,
And Gentiles thy salvation taste.

3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame,
And help was far, and death was nigh,
But at the gospel call we came
And every want receiv’d supply.

4 From the highway that leads to hell,
From paths of darkness and despair,
Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy presence here.]

5 [What shall we pay th’ eternal Son,
That left the heaven of his abode,
And to this wretched earth came down
To bring us wanderers back to God?

6 It cost him death to save our lives,
To buy our souls it cost his own;
And all the unknown joys he gives,
Were bought with agonies unknown.

7 Our everlasting love is due
To him that ransom’d sinners lost;
And pity’d rebels when he knew
The vast expense his love would cost.]