2 Lingering about these mortal shores,
She makes a long delay,
Till like a flood with rapid force
Death sweeps the wretch away.

3 Then swift and dreadful she descends
Down to the fiery coast,
Amongst abominable fiends,
Herself a frightful ghost.

4 There endless crowds of sinners lie,
And darkness makes their chains;
Tortur’d with keen despair they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.

5 Not all their anguish and their blood
For their old guilt atones,
Nor the compassions of a God
Shall hearken to their groans.

6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath,
Nor bid my soul remove,
Till I had learn’d my Saviour’s death,
And well insur’d his love!

Hymn 2:3. 
The death and burial of a saint.

1 Why do we mourn departing friends
Or shake at death’s alarms? 
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too
As fast as time can move? 
Nor would we wish the hours more slow
To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb? 
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he bless’d,
And soften’d every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And shew’d our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise,
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye saints, ascend the skies.

Hymn 2:4. 
Salvation in the cross.

1 Here at thy cross, my dying God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love,
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e’er remove.

2 Not all that tyrants think or say,
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.

3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, Moveless and firm this heart should lie; Resolv’d (for that’s my last defence) If I must perish, there to die.

4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear,
Am I not safe beneath thy, shade? 
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dares my soul invade.

5 Yes, I’m secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim,
Hosanna to my dying God,
And my best honours to his Name.

Hymn 2:5. 
Longing to praise Christ better.

1 Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll
O’er the sharp sorrows of thy soul,
And read my Maker’s broken laws
Repair’d and honour’d by thy cross;

2 When I behold death, hell and sin,
Vanquish’d by that dear blood of thine,
And see the man that groan’d and dy’d
Sit glorious by his Father’s side;

3 My passions rise and soar above, I’m wing’d with faith and fir’d with love; Fain would I reach eternal things, And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.