Behold My Ser­vant! see Him rise
Exalted in My might!
Him have I chos­en, and in Him
I place su­preme de­light.

On Him, in rich ef­fu­sion poured,
My Spi­rit shall des­cend;
My truths and judg­ments He shall show
To earth’s re­mot­est end.

Gentle and still shall be His voice,
No threats from Him pro­ceed;
The smok­ing flax He shall not quench,
Nor break the bruis­èd reed.

The fee­ble spark to flames He’ll raise;
The weak will not des­pise;
Judgment He shall bring forth to truth,
And make the fall­en rise.

The prog­ress of His zeal and pow­er
Shall ne­ver know de­cline,
Till for­eign lands and dist­ant isles
Receive the law di­vine.

He who erect­ed Heav’n’s bright arch,
And bade the pla­nets roll,
Who peo­pled all the climes of earth,
And formed the hu­man soul,

Thus saith the Lord, Thee have I raised,
My Pro­phet Thee in­stall;
In right I’ve raised Thee, and in strength
I’ll suc­cor whom I call.

I will es­tab­lish with the lands
A co­ve­nant in Thee,
To give the Gen­tile na­tions light,
And set the pri­son­ers free:

Asunder burst the gates of brass;
The ir­on fet­ters fall;
And glad­some light and li­ber­ty
Are straight re­stored to all.

I am the Lord, and by the name
Of great Je­ho­vah known;
No id­ol shall usurp My praise,
Nor mount in­to My throne.

Lo! for­mer scenes, pre­dict­ed once
Conspicuous rise to view;
And fu­ture scenes, pre­dict­ed now,
Shall be ac­comp­lished too.

Sing to the Lord in joy­ful strains!
Let earth His praise re­sound,
Ye who up­on the ocean dwell,
And fill the isles around!

O ci­ty of the Lord! be­gin
The uni­ver­sal song;
And let the scat­tered vil­lag­es
The cheer­ful notes pro­long.

Let Ke­dar’s wil­der­ness afar
Lift up its lone­ly voice;
And let the ten­ants of the rock
With ac­cents rude re­joice;

Till ‘midst the streams of dist­ant lands
The is­lands sound His praise;
And all com­bined, with one ac­cord,
Jehovah’s glo­ries raise.