1 Lord, thou'rt my God, I'll thee exalt,
I will thy name confess;
Who wonders dost, thy counsels old
Are truth and faithfulness.
2 For thou a city mad'st an heap,
Wall'd towns to waste did fall;
The stranger never of the town
Rebuild a palace shall.
3 And for this cause thee glorify
The mighty people shall:
The city of dread nations
Shall rev'rence thee withal.
4 For thou hast been unto the poor
His strong munition:
In his distress thou art the strength
Unto the needy one.
Thou art a refuge from the storm,
A shadow from the heat:
When blasts of dreadful ones as storms,
Against the wall do beat.
3 Thou shalt bring down the stranger's noise
As heat in places dry:
As heat by cloudy shade: the branch
Of th' vi'lent low doth lie.
6 The Lord of hosts moreover shall
Upon this mountain make
A sumptuous feast of fat things for
All people to partake:
A feast of wine drawn from the lees
For them he shall prepare,
Of fat and marrow things, of wines
From lees refin'd that are.
7 And in this mountain, he destroy
The face of cov'ring shall
Cast o'er all people, and the vail
Spread over nations all.
8 For ever he will swallow up
Death into victory;
The Lord God from all faces shall
Wipe tears off utterly.
From all the earth his folks rebuke
He shall take clean away.
9 Lo, this our God, who will us save,
For him we waiting stay.
This is the Lord on whom we had
Our expectation ;
We will rejoice, and will be glad
In his salvation.
|First Line:||Lord, thou'rt my God, I'll thee exalt|
|Title:||The Songs of the Prophet Isaiah: Chap. XXV|