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Ver. Rejected and despis'd of men,
3 A man of griefs and woes ;
His life with forrow and disdain

Did both begin and clofe.
4. Yet, fure, our forrows were his load,

Our griefs in him combin’d;
Though we efteeni'd him plagu'd of God,

When anguish tore his mind.
5 But he was wounded for our fins,

And bruised for our guilt ;
For which from all his sacred veins,

Atoning blood was spilt.
Upon him was the chastisement,

That peace to us procur'd;
And we are heal'd by Heav'n's confent;

By stripes that he endur'd.
6 (Each to his own by-path) all we,

Like sheep have gone astray ;
But God on him th' iniquity,

Ev'n of us all, did lay.
7 Wrong'd and opprefs'd, yet meek and mute,

While patience overcame,
He was, when to the slaughter brought,

Dumb like a harmless lamb.
8 Who can his generation show ?

Yet he from prison led,
And judgment under shew of law,

Was held among the dead;
Yea, justly held, by law divine,

And justly too set free:
Who can his endless life define,

Or count his progeny ?
His feed, for whom he was cut off

From these on earth that liv'd,
He for their fin, and their behoof,

The mortal stroke receiv'd.
9 His grave he with the wicked made,

And with the rich when dead;
No wrong did from his hand, nor fraud

E'er from his mouth proceed.

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Ver. Yet, lo! it pleas'd the Lord to bruise,

And down the Surety tread!
But when, for fin and justice' dues,

His foul's the victim made.
Then said he, He shall see his seed,

Prolong his days for ay;
My pleasure in his hand succeed,

And profper every way.
11 He of the travail of his soul

The sweet effects shall fee;
And, joyful in his purchase whole,

He satisfy'd fhall be.
My righteous Servant, then, withal,

Shall justify and save
His thousands, when of him they fhalb

Fiducial knowledge have.
12 He with the great shall fhare the spoil,

D feat his mighty foes;
Though rank'd with finners, here he fell,

And conqueror he rose.
His Father's crown of victory

Most fairly won he hath;
For at his call he willingly

Pour'd out his foul to death.
He dying bore the guilt of men,

That lin might be forgiven :
He pleading dy'd, and lives again

To plead for them in heav'n.

SONG XVIII.
Tbe Enlargement, Glory, and Safety of the Churcb.

SECT. 1.
The Gospel-Cburch enlarged, ber barren womb opened ;
Or, the Gentiles brougbt in, and married to Cbrift.

Isa. liv. 1,-5. IO

BARREN Zion, fing aloud,

For fruitful flialt thou be,
With Gentiles as thy pum'rous brood,

And happy progeny.

Ver. Moe children shall be generate,

So faith the Lord of life,
By her that was so defolate,

Than by the marry'd wife.
2 Enlarge abroad thy dwelling tent,

Stretch forth thy curtains wide, 3 That, for thy off-spring opulent,

Full room thou may'st provide.
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Fear not, for thy recover?d famę

Allow no mourning mood;
No longer shalt thou bear the shame

Of barren widowhood.
5 For happily betroth'd art thou

To one of wondrous fame;
Tby Maker is tby bufoand now,

The Lord of hosts his name,
Thy great Redeemer, match'd with thee,

Is Zion's holy One :
The God of all the earth is he,
And not of Jews alone.

SECT. II.
God's grievous Desertion, and gracious Return : Or, bis
Departure fort, bis Covenant of Peace everlasting.

Isa. liv. 6,-19.
6 HEN, like a wife of youth refus'd,

Thou didst deserted mourn,
The Lord thy God, in love, thee chus'd,

And call'd thee to return.
7 Though for a moment, very sinall,

I thee forfook of late ;
I'll gather thee from sin and thrall,

With mercies very great, 8 I, in a little wrath, my face

A moment hid from thee;
But, lo! my mercy's kind embrace

Shall everlasting be.
9 That Noah's waters no more should

O'erwhelm the earth, I swore ;
So have I sworn I never would
Be angry with thee more.,

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Ver. The folid mountains shall depart,
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The hills shall be remov'd ;
But not the kindness of my heart

From thee my choice belov'd :
Nor shall my covenant of grace

And peace remov'd be,
Says God, who sees thee meritless,
But mercy has on thee.

SECT. III.
The Honour and Security of the Cburcb : Or, Zion
comforted both against Disgrace and Danger.

Ifa. liv. 11,-17.
II O thou afflicted, toss'd with winds,

And tempests very great,
Who in distress no comfort finds,

But mourn'st thy grievous state!
Behold! thy ruins I'll repair

With finer pearls for nought,
Than rubies rich, or sapphires fair,

With gold of Ophir bought. 12 I'll beautify thy wasted wall,

Make thy foundations fhine ;
Thy borders, gates, and windows all

With pleasant stones inline.
[These precious jewels, for thy dress,

That shall to thee be giv'n,
Are knowledge, peace, and righteousness,

The glill’ring gems of Heav'n.]
13 Thy feed shall all be taught of God,

And great fhall be their peace; 14 And firm thy standing, not in fraud,

But truth and righteousness.
Oppressors shall be far remov'd,

Thou therefore shalt not fear;
And ills, that once thy terror prov’d,

To thee shall not come near.
15 Thy foes, without my order, shall

Against thee counsel take ;
But, when combin'd, before thee fall

A booty, for thy fake.

Ver. [In vain attempts, as well as rash,

They shall but rage and rore ;
Like rising angry waves that dash

And die upon the shore.]
16 The smith that forms the swords of war,

The waster too, is mine ;
See, then, where the destroyers are

That serve not my design.
17 No weapon form'd against thy peace

Shall prosper in that aim,
But back upon the aimer's face

Turn to his hurt and shame.
Reproachful tongues that 'gainst thee rise,

With shew of right and law,
Thou shalt condemn, and for their lies

Just vengeance on them draw.
God's saints, of all his promis'd bliss,

The happy heirs shall be ;
And (faith the Lord) their righteousness

Is all and whole of me.

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SONG XIX.

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The free Gospel-Call, pressed with the Promise of

solid and Jure Mercy. Ita. lv. 1, 2, 3,
Ho!
CO! ev'ry thirsty foul, and all

That poor and needy are;
Here's water of salvation's well
For

you to come and share.
Here's freedom both from fin and wo,

And blessings all divine:
Here streams of love and mercy flow,

Like floods of milk and wine.
Approach the fountain head of bliss,

That's open like the sea,
To buyers that are money-less,

The poorest beggars free.
2 Why spend you all your wealth and pains,

For that which is not bread,
And for unsatisfying gains,

On which no foul can feed !

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