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. 4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell The wonders of his grace, Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in every face. 5 For ever his dear sacred Name Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jesus and salvation be The close of every song. Hymn 2:87. The divine glories above our reason. 1 How wond'rous great, how glorious bright Must our Creator be, Who dwells amidst the dazzling light Of vast infinity!