SONG XXXIV. ISAIAH Chap. xlii. 1—4

Behold, my Servant, whom I send Down from the pure realms of light; My chosen One, my darling Son, In whom is fix'd my soul's delight.

2 My Spirit's fulness ever dwells On head of this anointed One; By him my judgment, and my truth, To lands remote shall be made known.

3 He shall not cry, nor lift his voice, 'Mong crowds to raise the loud alarm; He'll shun all strife for kingly pow'r; No earthly grandeur shall him charm.

4 The bruised reed he shall not break, His strength in weakness to display: His lovely folk shall wear his yoke; His gentle rod they will obey.

5 The smoking flax can ne'er expire, For he sustains the hidden flame; The sinking sinner he relieves, Who trusts for life his precious Name.

6 Yea, many waters cannot quench That fire which burns with feeble ray: His kingdom's light which dimly shines, Shall blaze like noon-tide of the day.

7 He judgment unto victory Shall bring, to put his foes to shame: His brethren then triumphantly Shall sing the glories of his name.

8 Arise, O Lord, victorious come, In all thy Father's brightness shine; O come to save thy saints! and, Lord, Begin thine everlasting reign.