2 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp bespeaks his presence nigh;

No earthly beauty shines in him, to draw the worldly ey .

3 Fair as a beauteous tender flower
amidst the desert grows,

So, slighted by a rebel race,
the heavenly Saviour rose.

4 Rejected and despis'd of men,
behold a man of woe!

Grief was his close companion still, through all his life below.

5 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours, ours were the woes he bore; Pangs not his own, his spotless soul with bitter anguish tore.

6 His sacred blood hath wash'd our souls from sin's polluted stain;

His stripes have heal'd us, and his death reviv'd our souls again.

7 We all, like sheep, had gone astray

in ruin's fatal road;

Our sins were on the Saviour laid; .
he bore the mighty load.

8 Wrong'd and oppress'd, how meekly he in patient silence stood!

Mute as the peaceful harmless lamb
when brought to shed its blood.

9 Who can his generation tell? from prison see him led,

With impious show of law condemn'd, and number'd with the dead.

10 'Midst sinners low in dust he lay; the rich a grave supplied: Unspotted was his blameless life, unstain'd by sin he died.

11 Yet God shall raise his head on high, though thus he brought him low; His sacred off'ring now complete, hath finish'd all his woe.

12 The gracious purpose of the Lord,
shall prosper in his hand;
His shall a num'rous offspring be,
and still his honours stand.

13 His soul, rejoicing, shall behold
the purchase of his pain;

And all the guilty whom he sav'd,
shall bless Messiah's reign.

14 He with the great shall share the spoil, and baffle all his foes;

Though rank'd with sinners here he fell, a conqueror he rose.

15 He died to bear the guilt of men, that sin might be forgiven:

He lives to bless them, and defend,

and plead their cause in heaven.

44.

ISAIAH lv.

1 HO! ye that thirst, approach the spring

where living waters flow; Free to that sacred fountain all

without a price may go.

2 How long to streams of false delight will ye in crowds repair?

How long your strength and substance waste, on trifles light as air?

3 My stores afford those rich supplies that health and pleasure give; Incline your ear, and come to me: the soul that hears shall live.

4 With you a cov'nant I will make,
that ever shall endure;

The hope which gladden'd David's heart
my mercy hath made sure.

5 Behold he comes! your leader comes,
with might and honour crown'd;
A witness, who shall spread my name
to earth's remotest bound.

6 See! nations hasten to his call,
from ev'ry distant shore;

Isles yet unknown shall bow to him,
and Israel's God adore.

7 Seek ye the Lord, while yet his ear
is open to your call;

While offer'd mercy still is near,
before his footstool fall.

8 Let sinners quit their evil ways, their evil thoughts forego;

And God, when they to him return,
returning grace will show.

9 He pardons with o'erflowing love;
for hear the voice divine:
My nature is not like to yours,
nor like your ways are mine:

10 But far as heaven's resplendent orbs, beyond earth's spot extend,

As far my thoughts, as far my ways, your ways and thoughts transcend.

45.

ISAIAH lv. 10, 11, 12.

1 MARK the soft falling snow,

And the diffusive rain;

To heaven from whence it fell,
It turns not back again:

But waters earth

Through ev'ry pore,

And calls forth all

Its secret store.

2 Array'd in beauteous green,
The hills and vallies shine;

And man and beast are fed
By providence divine:

The harvest bows

Its golden ears,
The copious seed

Of future years.

3" So, saith the God of grace, Descends my word divine, Almighty to effect

The purpose I design;

Millions of souls

Shall feel its power,
And bear it down

To millions more."

4 They shall go out with joy,

And

peace

shall bless their ways;

The hills and groves around,

Shall echo notes of praise!
While fragrant flowers,
For briers and thorn,

1 THUS speaks the high and lofty One;

ye tribes of earth, give ear;
The words of your almighty King,
with sacred rev'rence hear:

2 Amidst the majesty of heaven
my throne is fix'd on high;
And through eternity I hear
the praises of the sky.

3 Yet, looking down, I visit oft

the humble hallow'd cell;

And with the penitent who mourn
'tis my delight to dwell.