2 Far in the deep where darkness dwells,
The land of horror and despair,
Justice has built a dismal hell,
And laid her stores of vengeance there.

3 [Eternal plagues and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks and fiery coals,
And darts t’ inflict immortal pains,
Dy’d in the blood of damned souls.]

4 [There Satan the first sinner lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands;
In vain the rebel strives to rise,
Crush’d with the weight of both thine hands.]

5 There guilty ghosts of Adam’s race Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod; Once they could scorn a Saviour’s grace, But they incens’d a dreadful God.

6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son;
Sinners, obey the Saviour’s call;
Else your damnation hastens on,
And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.

Hymn 2:45. 
God’s condescension to our worship.

1 Thy favours Lord, surprise our souls;
Will the Eternal dwell with us? 
What canst thou find beneath the poles
To tempt thy chariot downward thus?

2 Still might he fill his starry throne, And please his ears with Gabriel’s songs; But th’ heavenly Majesty comes down, And bows to hearken to our tongues.

3 Great God, what poor returns we pay For love so infinite as thine!  Words are but air, and tongues but clay, But thy compassion’s all divine.

Hymn 2:46. 
God’s condescension to human affairs.

1 Up to the Lord that reigns on high,
And views the nations from afar,
Let everlasting praises fly,
And tell how large his bounties are.

2 [He that can shake the worlds he made,
Or with his word, or with his rod,
His goodness how amazing great! 
And what a condescending God!]

3 [God that must stoop to view the skies,
And how to see what angels do,
Down to our earth he casts his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downward too.]

4 He over-rules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs;
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels and his cares.

5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour
Into the bosom of our God,
He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps us bear the heavy load.

6 In vain might lofty princes try
Such condescension to perform;
For worms were never rais’d so high
Above their meanest fellow-worm.

7 O could our thankful hearts devise A tribute equal to thy grace, To the third heaven our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise.

Hymn 2:47. 
Glory and grace in the person of Christ.

1 Now to the Lord a noble song! 
Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue;
Hosanna to th’ eternal Name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus’ face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.