The Sixty-Third Chapter of Isaiah, Part 2

God of eternal Majesty,
High as Thou art, from heaven look down;
Holy and Just, we cry to Thee;
Behold us from Thy glorious throne!

Where is Thy strength to conquer sin?
Thy zeal to save a fallen race?
Thy bowels sounding from within?
Thy mercies, and Thy pardoning grace?

Thy pity, and paternal care,
The tender yearnings of Thy heart,
Are they restrain'd? Is fury there?
Ah, no! Thou still our Father art.

Doubtless Thou art our Father still,
Though Abraham his seed disowns
Debased by sin, though Israel
Renounces his degenerate sons.

Our Lord, and our Redeemer now
Thou art, and wilt be still the same;
Our everlasting Father Thou;
JEHOVAH is Thy glorious name.

Why, then, O Lord, if ours Thou art,
Why hast Thou suffer'd us to rove?
Withdrawn Thy Spirit from our heart,
And left us to our want of love?

Why hast Thou hid Thy lovely face,
And caused us from Thy paths to err?
Abandon'd by restraining grace,
Our hearts were harden'd from Thy fear.

Yet, Lord, for Thee again we mourn:
Now let our prayers Thine aid engage,
Now for Thy servant's sake return,
And cheer Thy drooping heritage.

The land we fondly deem'd our own
(Alas! how short a time enjoy'd!)
Our adversaries have o'erthrown,
And trampled on the house of God.

Yet we are Thine, though dispossest,
And outcasts from the promised land;
They never have Thy sway confess'd,
Or yielded to Thy just command.

We, we are call'd by Thy great name;
Accept our plea, Thine ear incline;
Thine, Lord, we are; renew Thy claim;
Receive, and seal us ever Thine.