The Saviour Foretold.
1 Behold my servant; see him rise
Exalted in my might!
Him have I chosen, and in him
I place supreme delight.
2 On him in rich effusion poured,
My spirit shall descend;
My truth and judgment he shall show
To earth's remotest end.
3 Gentle and still shall be his voice;
No threats from him proceed;
The smoking flax shall he not quench,
Nor break the bruised reed.
4 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.
5 The progress of his zeal and power
Shall never know decline,
Till foreign lands and distant isles
Receive the law divine.