3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt,
Didst chase the fears of hell,
And teach my pale and quivering lips
Thy matchless grace to tell.
4 Calmly I bowed my fainting head
On thy dear, faithful breast;
Pleased to obey my Father’s call
To his eternal rest.
5 Into thy hands, my Saviour God,
Did I my soul resign,