LXXXII.

THOU GOD OF POWER.

Music, Consolation, (4th Number, Mel. Sac.)

1. THOU God of power and God of love, Whose glory fills the realms above, Whose praise archangels sing; And veil their faces while they cry "Thrice Holy !" to their God most high; "Thrice Holy!" to their King.

2. Thee as our God we too would claim, And bless the Saviour's sacred name, Through whom such grace is given; Who bore the curse to sinners due, Who forms our ruin'd souls anew,

And makes us heirs of heaven.

3. The veil that hides Thy glory rend,
And here in saving power descend
And fix thy blest abode:

Here to each heart thyself reveal,
And all who enter make to feel

LXXXIII.

TO GOD THE ONLY WISE.

Jude 24, 25.

An Anthem, Litchfield, Mel. Sac. 4th Number, by Rev. Mr. Madan. (Words by Dr. Watts.) 1. TO God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

2. 'Tis His almighty love

(His counsel and his care,) Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare.

3. He will present his saints Unblemish'd and complete Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great. 4. Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne ;

Shall bless the conduct of His grace:
And make his wonders known.

5. To our redeeming Lord.

Almighty power belongs;
Unfading crowns of majesty
And everlasting songs!

LXXXIV.

FROM SALEM'S GATE.

An Anthem, (by Mr. James Peace.)
1. FROM Salem's gate advancing slow,
What object meets the eyes?
What means this majesty of woe ;
What mean those mingled cries!

2. Who may it be that groans beneath
A ponderous weight of wood;
His soul o'erwhelm'd with pains of death,
His body bathed in blood?

3. Is this the man, can this be he

The prophets have foretold,
Should with transgressors number'd be
And for their crimes be sold?

4. Yes, well I know, 'tis He, 'tis He,
Ev'n Jesus, God's dear Son;
Clothed in mortality to die

For crimes that I have done.

5. O lovely form! O blessed sight
To sinful souls like me!

My soul, with sorrow and delight.
Behold him die for thee.

LXXXV.

ON THE PASSION,

An Anthem by Mr. Bradbury.
(See 55th Psalm,-Mel. Sac.)

1. BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree :

How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!

2. Hark how he groans, while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend:
The temple's veil in sunder breaks;
The solid marbles rend!

3. 'Tis done; the precious ransom's paid! "Receive my soul," he cries.

See, where he bows his sacred head;
He bows his head and dies!

4. But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine:

O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine !

LXXXVI.

ON THE SAME SUBJECT.

Words by Dr. Watts, (corrected.) An Anthem by
Madan, as 57th Psalm, Mel. Sac.

1. HE dies: the friend of sinners dies:
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground! Ye saints, here let your sorrows flow

For him who groan'd beneath your load; He pour'd a plenteous stream for you From mercy's font, his sacred blood. 2. O love and grief beyond degree,

The Lord of Glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see :
Jesus the dead revives again!
The rising God forsakes the tomb;

The tomb in vain forbids His rise:
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout his welcome to the skies!

3. Break off your tears, his people; tell How high your great Deliverer reigns: