4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doom'd to die. 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace. 6 Lord we obey thy call; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy Name. Hymn 2:105. Repentance flowing from the patience of God. 1 And are we wretches yet alive? And do we yet rebel? 'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love That bears us up from hell! 2 The burden of our weighty guilt Would sink us down to flames, And threatening vengeance rolls above To crush our feeble frames. 3 Almighty goodness cries, "Forbear;" And straight the thunder stays; And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace? 4 Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, Too long indulg'd our sin; Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see What rebels we have been. 5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command, No more will we obey; Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, And drive thy foes away. Hymn 2:106. Repentance at the cross. 1 Oh, if my soul was form'd for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow From both my streaming eyes. 2 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life, For thee, my soul, for thee. 3 O how I hate those lusts of mine That crucify'd my God, Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh Fast to the fatal wood! 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, My heart has so decreed, Nor will I spare the guilty things That made my Saviour bleed. 5 Whilst with a melting broken heart My murder'd Lord I view, I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murderers too. Hymn 2:107. The everlasting absence of God intolerable. 1 That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys, Thou sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, "Depart?" 3 [The thunder of that dismal word, Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear.] 4 [What, to be banish'd from my life, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death for ever fly!] 5 O wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste his Love. 6 Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon thy breast; Without a gracious smile from thee My spirit cannot rest. 7 O tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Shew me some promise in thy book Where my salvation stands! 8 [Give me one kind assuring word, To sink my fears again, And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten.] Hymn 2:108. Access to the throne of grace by a Mediator. 1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love.