3 But O! the wisdom and the grace
That join with vengeance now! 
He dies to save our guilty race,
And yet he rises too.

4 A person so divine was he
Who yielded to be slain,
That he could give his soul away,
And take his life again.

5 Live, glorious Lord, and reign on high,
Let every nation sing,
And angels sound with endless joy
The Saviour and the King.

Hymn 2:84. 
The same.

1 Come, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring,
’Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man we sing.

2 Tell how he took our flesh
To take away our guilt,
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.

3 [Alas, the cruel spear
Went deep into his side,
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murderous weapons dy’d.]

4 [The waves of swelling grief
Did o’er his bosom roll,
And mountains of almighty wrath
Lay heavy on his soul.]

5 Down to the shades of death
He bow’d his awful head,
Yet he arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.

6 No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more;
For hell itself shakes at his Name,
And all the heavens adore.

7 There the Redeemer sits
High on the Father’s throne;
The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.

8 There his full glories shine
With uncreated rays,
And bless his saints’ and angels’ eyes
To everlasting days.

Hymn 2:85. 
Sufficiency of pardon.

1 Why does your face, ye humble souls,
Those mournful colours wear? 
What doubts are these that waste your faith,
And nourish your despair?

2 What tho’ your numerous sins exceed
The stars that fill the skies,
And aiming at th’ eternal throne,
Like pointed mountains rise?

3 What tho’ your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation swell,
And has its curs’d foundations laid
Low as the deeps of hell?

4 See here an endless ocean flows
Of never-failing grace,
Behold a dying Saviour’s veins
The sacred flood increase: 

5 It rises high and drowns the hills,
’T has neither shore nor bound: 
Nor if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne’er be found.

6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults,
And pardoning blood that swells above
Our follies and our thoughts.

Hymn 2:86. 
Freedom from sin and misery in heaven.

1 Our sins, alas, how strong they be! 
And like a violent sea
They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

2 The waves of trouble how they rise! 
How loud the tempests roar! 
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There to fulfil his sweet commands
Our speedy feet shall move,
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.