1 Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son! Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing how he left the worlds of light And the bright robes he wore above, How swift and joyful was his flight On wings of everlasting love. 3 Down to this base, this sinful earth He came to raise our nature high; He came t' atone almighty wrath; Jesus the God was born to die.] 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around, His precious blood the monsters spilt, While weighty sorrows press'd him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt.] 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death Th' almighty Captive pris'ner lay; Th' almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace, See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet beauties of his face. 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs Jesus the God exalted reigns, His sacred Name fills all their tongues And echoes thro' the heavenly plains! Hymn 2:44. Hell; or, The vengeance of God. 1 With holy fear and humble song, The dreadful God our souls adore; Reverence and awe becomes the tongue That speaks the terrors of his power. 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.]