Tune: Little Cornard
(\'Hills of the north, rejoice\')
Isaiah 42 v.1-6
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Behold, my servant here
My Son shall now appear
My chosen one, my soul
Delights in Him, He whole
And I have put upon Him sure
My spirit now and evermore
He shall judgement bring forth
To Gentiles south and north
And east and west, for He
Shall not cry out, nor be
One that shouts out, nor His voice raise
Along His mission all His days
A bruised reed he shall not
Break off, that not their lot
Nor shall smoking flax quench
Not stuff out, be no stench
He shall bring forth the judgement true
And shall His people all renew
He shall not fail nor be
Discouraged, shall set, see
Set judgement in the earth
Giving justice its worth
And all the coastlands, they shall wait
For His law, it shall not be late
God the great LORD He made
Heavens and earth, they staid
Created them, all things
Breath unto all He brings
Gives life, spirit to they who dwell
In His world, they His glories tell
The LORD calls His servant
His Son whom He has sent
The LORD His hand will hold
He will gather His fold
The Son He is a covenant
To Jews and Gentiles who repent