Hymn 2:80. 
God’s awful power and goodness.

1 O the Almighty Lord! 
How matchless is his power! 
Tremble, O earth, beneath his word,
And all the heavens adore.

2 Let proud imperious kings
Bow low before his throne,
Crouch to his feet, ye haughty things,
Or he shall tread you down.

3 Above the skies he reigns,
And with amazing blows
He deals unsufferable pains
On his rebellious foes.

4 Yet, everlasting God,
We love to speak thy praise;
Thy sceptre’s equal to thy rod,
The sceptre of thy grace.

5 The arms of mighty love
Defend our Sion well,
And heavenly mercy walls us round
From Babylon and hell.

6 Salvation to the King
That sits enthron’d above;
Thus we adore the God of might,
And bless the God of love.

Hymn 2:81. 
Our sin the cause of Christ’s death.

1 And now the scales have left mine eyes,
Now I begin to see;
O the curs’d deeds my sins have done! 
What murderous things they be!

2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord,
That thy fair body tore? 
Monsters, that stain’d those heavenly limbs
With floods of purple gore?

3 Was it for crimes that I had done
My dearest Lord was slain
When justice seiz’d God’s only Son,
And put his soul to pain?

4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of peace,
I’ll wound my God no more;
Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone,
For Jesus I adore.

5 Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms
From grace’s magazine,
And I’ll proclaim eternal war
With every darling sin.

Hymn 2:82. 
Redemption and protection from spiritual enemies.

1 Arise my soul, my joyful powers,
And triumph in my God,
Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim
His glorious grace abroad.

2 He rais’d me from the deeps of sin,
The gates of gaping hell,
And fix’d my standing more secure
Than ’twas before I fell.

3 The arms of everlasting love
Beneath my soul he plac’d,
And on the rock of ages set
My slippery footsteps fast.

4 The city of my bless’d abode
Is wall’d around with grace
Salvation for a bulwark stands
To shield the sacred place.

5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite,
And all his legions roar,
Almighty mercy guards my life,
And bounds his raging power.

6 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,
And tunes of pleasure sing,
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Saviour and my King.

Hymn 2:83. 
The passion and exaltation of Christ.

1 Thus saith the Ruler of the skies,
“Awake, my dreadful sword;
“Awake, my wrath and smite the man,
“My fellow,” saith the Lord.

2 Vengeance receiv’d the dread command,
And armed down she flies,
Jesus submits t’ his Father’s hand,
And bows his head and dies.