The Fifty-Second Chapter of Isaiah, Part 2

How beautiful His feet appear,
High on the mountain-tops, who brings
Glad tidings of salvation near,
Salvation from the King of kings!

Who publishes the joyful sound,
Proclaims a peace 'twixt earth and heaven,
A ransom for the sinner found,
God reconciled and man forgiven.

That says to Israel's mournful race, —
Awake, arise, shake off thy chains,
Believe the word of Gospel grace,
Thy God, thy great Redeemer, reigns.

Thy watchmen shall the voice lift up,
Shall sing with gladsome melody,
Object of all their joy and hope,
When eye to eye their Lord they see.

Him eye to eye shall they behold,
Shall shout to see the Saviour come,
To save a world redeem'd of old,
To bring the weary captives home.

Break forth into joy, Your Comforter sing;
Ye sinners, employ Your all for your King;
Rejoice, ye waste places, Your Saviour proclaim,
Bestow all your praises And lives on His name.

For Jesus the Lord Hath comforted man,
The sinner restored, Nor suffer'd in vain;
To bring us to heaven When raised from our fall,
His life He hath given A ransom for all.

His arm He hath bared, His mercy and grace
Hath pardon prepared For all the lost race;
His absolute merit, Display'd in our sight,
We all may inherit And claim as our right.

The Gentiles shall hear The life-giving call,
His grace shall appear And visit them all;
The common salvation To all doth belong,

every nation, And people, and tongue.