The Fourth Chapter of Isaiah

Jesu, fulfil the Gospel word,
In us, Thou beauteous Branch, arise;
Arise, Thou Planting of the Lord,
Be glorious in Thy people's eyes.

O Root Divine, in this our earth
Spring up, and yield a fair increase,
The graces of our second birth,
The goodly fruits of righteousness.

Scaped from the world of pride and lust,
If now we in Thy sight remain,
O make us holy, good, and just,
O let us not believe in vain.

Our names among the living write,
Whose hearts are fix'd on things above,
Worthy who walk with Thee in white,
Unblameable in spotless love.

Out of our inmost souls expel
The filth and stain of inbred sin.
(In us it shall not always dwell,
For Thou hast said, Ye shall be clean.)

O that the grace were now applied!
Bring in, dear Lord, a purer flood;
Open the fountain of Thy side,
And purge out all our tainted blood.

Adam descended from above,
The virtue of Thy blood impart,
And cleanse from every creature-love,
And make, O make us pure in heart.

The judging, burning Spirit inspire;
O let Him to His temple come,
And sit as a refiner's fire,
And all our sins condemn, consume.

Sin shall not in our flesh remain;
The sanctifying word is sure,
We shall be purged from every stain,
And pure as God Himself is pure.

Then only can we fall no more,
Freed from the stumbling-block within;
Come, Thou Divine, Almighty Power,
And save us from indwelling sin.

Keep us through faith to that Thy day,
And mark us out for Thine abode;
Thy glory over us display,
And guard the future house of God.

Till Thou from all our sins shalt cleanse,
And perfectly renew our heart,
Thy glory be our sure defence,
Nor ever from our souls depart.

On every dwelling-place of Thine
Create a cloud and smoke by day;
And let the fiery pillar shine
By night, and on the' assembly stay.

Through the long night of doubts and fears,
The day of fierce temptation, guide;
And let us, till Thy face appears,
O let us in Thy wounds abide;

Secure beneath Thy shadow sit,
In Thee a tabernacle find,
A refuge from the rain and heat,
A covert from the storm and wind.

Lead us till all our toil is past,
Till all Thy faithfulness we prove,
And gain the promised land at last,
The Canaan of Thy perfect love.