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4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,

for ever more ador'd;

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,

the great and mighty Lord.

5 His pow'r increasing still shall spread, his reign no end shall know; Justice shall guard his throne above, and peace abound below.

32.

ISAIAH Xxvi. 1—7.

1

How

glorious Zion's courts appear,

the city of our God!

His throne he hath establish'd here,

here fix'd his lov'd abode.

2 Its walls defended by his

grace,

no pow'r shall e'er o'erthrow; Salvation is its bulwark sure

against th' assailing foe.

3 Lift up the everlasting gates,
strike loud each joyful string;

Enter, ye nations, who obey
the statutes of our King.

4 Here shall ye dwell in perfect peace,
and taste unmingled joys;

Ye who have trusted in his grace,
and listen'd to his voice.

5 Trust in the Lord, for ever trust!
and banish all your fears;

Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,

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6 What though the wicked dwell on high, his arm shall bring them low; Low as the caverns of the grave, their lofty heads shall bow.

7 Along the dust shall then be spread their tow'rs, that brave the skies; On them the needy's feet shall tread, and on their ruins rise.

33.

ISAIAH Xxvii. 8.

1 GREAT Ruler of all nature's frame, we own thy pow'r divine;

We hear thy breath in ev'ry storm,
for all the winds are thine.

2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
they work thy sov'reign will;
And aw'd by thy almighty voice,
confusion shall be still.

3 Thy mercy tempers ev'ry blast,
to them who seek thy face;
And mingles with the tempest's war,
the whispers of thy grace.

4 Breathe ever these upon my heart,
and all my tumults cease;

Amidst the storms of life, they lay

my weary soul to peace.

34.

ISAIAH XXX. 18.

1 WAIT on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, And let his word support your soul; Well can he all your griefs remove,

Your fiercest enemies controul.

2 He waits his own well chosen hour,
The destin'd mercy to display;
And his paternal bowels move,
While wisdom dictates the delay.

3 And bless'd are they who humbly wait,
With meek submission to his will;
In patience they possess their souls,

And in the midst of storms are still:

4 Still, till their Father's well known voice Wakens their silence into songs;

Then earth grows vocal with his praise,
And heaven the grateful note prolongs

35.

ISAIAH XXXiii. 13-18.

1 ATTEND, ye tribes that dwell remote,

ye tribes at hand, give ear;

Th' upright in heart alone have hope, the false in heart have fear.

2 The man who walks with God in truth, and every guile disdains,

Who hates to lift oppression's rod,

and scorns its shameful gains;

3 Whose soul abhors the impious bribe that tempts from truth to stray; And from th' enticing snares of sin who turns his eyes away:

4 His dwelling 'midst the strength of rocks, shall ever stand secure;

His Father will provide his bread,

his water shall be sure.

5 For him the kingdom of the just
afar doth glorious shine;

And he the King of kings shall see
in majesty divine.

36.

ISAIAH XXXv. 8, 9, 10.

1 SING ye redeemed of the Lord, your great Deliv'rer sing; Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, be joyful in your king.

2 See the fair way his hand hath made,
how peaceful and how plain:

The simplest traveller shall not err,
nor seek the road in vain.

3 No rav'ning lion shall destroy,
nor lurking serpent wound;
Safety, support, and heavenly joy,
through all the way are found.

4 A hand divine shall lead you on,
along the blissful road;

Till to the sacred mount ye rise,
and city of your God.

5 There garlands of immortal joy,
shall bloom on ev'ry head;

While pain, and sorrow, and distress,
like shadows all are fled.

6 Proceed in your Redeemer's strength,
pursue his footsteps still;

And let the prospect chear your eyes,
while you ascend the hill.

37.

ISAIAH xl. 27, to the end.

1 WHY pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint,

despairing of relief,

As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cause,

and did not heed thy grief?

2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard, that firm remains on high,

The everlasting throne of Him,

who form'd the earth and sky?

3 Art thou afraid his pow'r shall fail, when comes thy evil day?

And can an all-creating arm grow weary, or decay?

4 Supreme in wisdom, as in pow'r, the Rock of ages stands;

Though him thou can'st not see, nor trace the working of his hands.

5 He gives the conquest to the weak,

supports the fainting heart;

And courage, in the evil hour, his heavenly aids impart.

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