5 ’Twere you that pull’d the vengeance down
Upon his guiltless head: 
Break, break, my heart, O burst mine eyes! 
And let my sorrows bleed.

6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting waters flow,
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe.

Hymn 2:96. 
Distinguishing love; or, Angels
punished and men saved.

1 Down headlong from their native skies
The rebel angels fell,
And thunderbolts of flaming wrath
Pursu’d them deep to hell.

2 Down from the top of earthly bliss
Rebellious man was hurl’d
And Jesus stoop’d beneath the grave
To reach a sinking world.

3 O love of infinite degree! 
Unmeasurable grace! 
Must heaven’s eternal Darling die
To save a traitorous race?

4 Must angels sink for ever down,
And burn in quenchless fire,
While God forsakes his shining throne
To raise us wretches higher?

5 O for this love let earth and skies
With hallelujahs ring,
And the full choir of human tongues
All hallelujah sing.

Hymn 2:97. 
The same.

1 From heaven the sinning angels fell, And wrath and darkness chain’d them down; But man, vile man, forsook his bliss, And mercy lifts him to a crown.

2 Amazing work of sovereign grace
That could distinguish rebels so! 
Our guilty treasons call’d aloud
For everlasting fetters too.

3 To thee, to thee, Almighty Love, Our souls, ourselves, our all we pay:  Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise On the bright hills of heavenly day.

Hymn 2:98. 
Hardness of heart complained of.

1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is! 
How heavy here it lies,
Heavy and cold within my breast
Just like a rock of ice!

2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits
Upon this flinty throne,
And every grace lies buried deep
Beneath this heart of stone.

3 How seldom do I rise to God,
Or taste the joys above! 
This mountain presses down my faith,
And chills my flaming love.

4 When smiling mercy courts my soul
With all its heavenly charms,
This stubborn, this relentless thing
Would thrust it from my arms.

5 Against the thunders of thy word
Rebellious I have stood,
My heart it shakes not at the wrath
And terrors of a God.

6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine
In thine own crimson sea: 
None but a bath of blood divine
Can melt the flint away.

Hymn 2:99. 
The book of God’s decrees.

1 Let the whole race of creatures lie
Abas’d before their God;
Whate’er his sovereign voice hath form’d
He governs with a nod.

2 [Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,
All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.]

5 [There’s not a sparrow or a worm
But’s found in his decrees;
He raises monarchs to their thrones,
And sinks them as he please.]