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VISION OF ISAIAH,
Look up to me
And comfort thee,
Thy warfare ended,
Grace is extended;
In deserts bare
Those shouts declare “ Make straight a highway for our God !
Each vale be raised,
Shall shine before ye; Behold it, sons of every
Hear from God's mouth,
Both north and south,
A voice saith, “ Cry!” And what shall I proclaim ?
With strength lift up thy voice,
Ascend the mountain's height,
Cry unto Judah, “ Mark the glorious sight! Ye distant cities, Lo! your God appears."
Jehovah, sovereign Lord,
His hand shall give the shock:
Like tender shepherd shall he feed his flock, And be the weak and nursling's sure defence.
Who hath gathered the seas in the palm of his hand?
And whose is the counsel he deigns to record ?
him instruction? Declare at whose hands
to his name would an offering rear Then were Lebanon's self an inadequate pile, All the beasts of its forest an offering vile. And what are the nations? As nought in his sight; Less than nothing are they, and as vanity, light.
Unto what semblance liken
the Lord ? What can to him similitude afford?
The workman will some costly image mould,
And laboureth to forge its silver chains.
To carve the image which his house retains.
He sitteth on the circle of the world?
Which as his vast pavilion is unfurled.
Yea, they shall not be sown, they shall not grow, They wither instantly if he but blow:
They shall be borne like chaff before the wind.
To whom will ye compare Jehovah then ?
Lift up your eyes on high, Say who hath formed the starry host of heaven ?
He calleth forth the armies of the sky, He hath to each a name and station given: By his command their trackless path they steer; At his almighty word none faileth to appear.
Why, O Jacob, dost thou say-
Jehovah doth not see my way;
Say, hast thou never known ? hast thou not heard,
Jehovah is the Everlasting One ?
He faints not, he his endless course doth run;
And thou the young men's utter fall shalt view; But they that wait on God shall gather strength;
Like eagles they their vigour shall renew; They shall press forward, with increasing pace Shall run, and not be wearied in the race.
APPROACH, ye nations, with your minds renewed,
Who from the east the righteous man hath called,
And summoned him his footsteps to attend ? Who to his hand the nations hath enthralled,
And made the mighty ones on him depend ? Caused them as dust before his sword to show ? And as the driven stubble to his bow ?
He follows them, in safety he is brought,
And by a way his feet had never known: Who hath performed it? who this work hath wrought?
Who, in all generations, this hath done? The great Jehovah's self this deed will claim, The first, and with the last; I am the same.
All this the distant nations saw,
With terror were they shaken; The earth's remotest parts felt awe,
And thus their fears awaken.