Tune: St Peter
('How sweet the name of Jesus sounds')
Isaiah 42 v.1-4
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See my servant whom I uphold
He Shepherd of the fold
My chosen one, God's servant He
Christ Jesus His Son be
The Lord's Spirit is on Him sure
He shall do justice pure
Shall not cry out, nor His voice raise
But bring salvation's days
Shall not be shouting harsh or shrill
Not wish to any ill
Not boasting, proud, but humble He
Obedient will be
A bruised reed shall He not break, for
He it shall true restore
Smoking flax, dimly burning light
Not quench, but re-ignite
He shall not fail nor discouraged
Be, but as encouraged
Shall set His judgements here below
E'en coasts His law shall know
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2020 02:57
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6. metre. 'Where there's life there's hope' as a saying goes. Not to crush (as a reed) or snuff out (as flax) if there is any possibility of saving, restoring, rescuing them.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Good write Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
Keep the pen going O
A lovely write Orchi and that old hymn is a favourite too.
Thanks Fay.
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