The Fifty-Second Chapter of Isaiah, Part 1

Awake, ferusa/em, awake;
No longer in thy sins lie down,
The garment of salvation take,
Thy beauty and thy strength put on.

By impious feet no longer trod,
Thy God shall cleanse thy every stain;
O holy city of thy God,
Thou shalt not bear His name in vain.

Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight
And hides the promise from, thine eyes;
Arise, and struggle into light;
Thy great Deliverer calls, Arise!

Shake off the bands of sad despair,
Sion, assert thy liberty;
Look up, thy broken heart prepare,
And God shall set the captive free.

For thus the Lord your God hath said, —
Ye all have sold yourselves for nought;
A ransom (not by you) is paid,
Receive your liberty unbought.

My people have been long opprest;
(No glory thence redounds to Me;)
Long have I seen them sore distrest,
Grieved at My people's misery.

They groan'd beneath the tyrant's chain,
Sin ruled them with an iron rod,
The suffering abjects howl'd for pain,
They groan'd, but durst not groan to God.

The' oppressors with insulting boast
My truth and saving power contemn'd;
My worship and My praise was lost,
My name was every day blasphemed.

For this My jealousy is stirr'd,
And shall a great deliverance show;
My people shall confess their Lord,
My faithfulness and mercy know.

Surely they all shall know My name,
They all My attributes shall prove;
I am what I am call'd; I am
Justice, and Truth, and Power, and Love.