PART III.

ANTHEM & GLORIA PATRI-DR. CAMIDGE.

INSTRUMENTAL INTRODUCTION.

VERSE FOR SIX VOICES.

MISS STEPHENS, MISS TRAVIS,
MISS WILKINSON,

MR. KNYVETT, MR. VAUGHAN, MR. PHILLIPS.

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts! heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory. Glory be to thee O Lord most high.-Amen.

VERSE AND CHORUS.

The Lord is long suffering and of great mercy, forgiving iniquity and transgression. The Lord is gracious and full of compassion, slow to anger, and of great mercy. Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; his greatness is unsearchable.

QUARTETTO.

MISS TRAVIS, MR. KNYVETT, MR. VAUGHAN, and MR. BELLAMY.

Sing unto the Lord, and praise his name; be telling of his salvation from day to day. Declare his honour unto the heathen, his wonders unto all people. For the Lord is great, and cannot worthily be praised. Ascribe unto the Lord the honour due unto his name.

CHORUS.

GLORY BE TO THE FATHER, AND TO THE SON, AND TO THE HOLY GHOST;

AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING, IS NOW, AND EVER SHALL BE, WORLD WITHOUT END.- Amen.

RECITATIVE, ACCOMPANIED.

Il Sacrifizio d'Abram-CIMAROSA.

MADAME CARADORI.

Chi per pietà mi dice

Il mio figlio che fa? -Servi, Pastori
Invio d'intorno, e alcun non riede!

Ah! forse, pietoso, ogn'un m'evita.
Ah! l'innocente già spirò forse l'alma

In mani del padre: ah forse-oh Dio! che dolor!
Chi mi consoli non si trova per me.

Alcun di tanti almeno tornar vedessi !

Eccone un! si cerchi,-chiedasi! non ho cor,

Pastori! ah tremo d'ascoltar la risposta.

Ah! perche mai si confusi tornate?

Dov'è Abram, che vedesta? oh Dio, parlate.

ARIA.

Ah, parlate! che forse tacendo
Men pietoso, più barbari siete.
Ah! v'intendo-tacete !
Non mi dite che il figlio morì

So che spira quell'ostia si cara,
Veggo il sangue che tinge quell' ara,
Sento il ferro che il sen lo ferì!

QUARTETTO, WITH DOUBLE CHOIR AND CHORUS.

NATIONAL HYMN-HAYDN.

Now performed for the first time in this country, from the original score.

THE WORDS WRITTEN FOR THE FESTIVAL, BY JOHN CROSSE, ESQ.

Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean!
Hear us from thy bright abode,
While our hearts with deep devotion
Own their great and gracious God:
Source, reveal'd in sacred story,

Of each good and perfect thing:
Cho: Lord of life, and light, and glory!
Guide thy Church, and guard our King.

Health and every needful blessing,
Are thy bounteous gifts alone;
Comforts undeserved possessing,

Bend we low before thy throne:
While the babe, the youth, the hoary,
Their united tribute bring:

Cho: Lord of life, and light, and glory!
Shield our Isle, and save our King.

Thee, with humble adoration,

Laud we now for mercies past;
Still to this most favour'd nation,

May those mercies ever last.
Britons then, through future story,

With their prayers shall praises sing!
Cho: Lord of life, and light, and glory!
Bless thy People, bless their King.

RECITATIVE-Judas Maccabeus-HANDEL.

MR. SAPIO.

To Heaven's Almighty King we kneel,
For blessings on this exemplary zeal.
Bless him, Jehovah, bless him, and once more,
To thine own Israel liberty restore.
AIR-(VIOLONCELLO OBLIGATO, MR. LINDLEY.)
MR. SAPIO.

O Liberty! thou choicest treasure,
Seat of virtue, source of pleasure,
Life without thee knows no blessing,
No endearment worth caressing.

CHORUS-HIMMEL.

Hark! the grave its portals opens,
Earth and sea their dead surrender ;
All of every age and nation

Rise to meet their final doom.

Spirits of the just made perfect,

Kindred souls whom death had sever'd,

Joyful now once more united,

Join with angels in their song.

Thro' the merits of the Saviour,
Rais'd to endless bliss in heav'n,
Faith obtains her crown of glory,

Mid'st the wreck of crumbling worlds.

RECITATIVE-Susanna-HANDEL.

MISS STEPHENS.

Alas! I find the fatal toils are set,

Turn as I will, I struggle in the net:

Yet hear the inmost purpose of my soul,

Which wrongs shall ne'er suppress, nor fear controul;

By falsehood's aid, appearing truth be thine;

Self-conscious virtue shall be ever mine.

AIR.

If guiltless blood be your intent,

I here resign it all:

Fearless of death, as innocent

I triumph in my fall;

And if to fate my days must run,

Oh! righteous heaven, thy will be done.

FROM A SERVICE-BEETHOVEN.

Introduced into the Oratorio of Judah by W. Gardiner, Esq.
GRAND CHORUS.

Glory to God! glorify him in the highest;

Bow down and worship him, worship the Lord of Hosts.
For the Lord is great in power;

Let all the earth adore him, glorify him in the highest.

SOLO.

MR. VAUGHAN.

Holy and merciful Father; gracious God, we worship thee. O God omnipotent! O glorious Majesty! eternal Father!

CHORUS.

God is great in battle-he hath triumphed gloriously;
I will exalt his name, and glorify him evermore.

RECITATIVE-The Deluge-BOCHSA.
MISS GOODALL.

Thus saith the Lord, I do set my bow in the clouds as a covenant between me and the earth, that the waters shall no more destroy all flesh.

AIR.

He shall be born who the world shall redeem,

His blood be their ransom, His praise be their theme.
Messiah shall come !

The sinner's hope; the weary's hom

Every knee shall bow before him;

All who hope for life adore him.

Be his name your endless trust
O ye holy! O ye just