The Twelfth Chapter of Isaiah

Happy soul who sees the day,
The glad day of Gospel grace!
Thee, my Lord, (Thou then wilt say,)
Thee will I for ever praise.

Though Thy wrath against me burn'd,
Thou dost comfort me again;
All Thy wrath aside is turn'd,
Thou hast blotted out my sin.

Me, behold, Thy mercy spares;
Jesus my salvation is:
Hence my doubts, away my fears,
Jesus is become my peace.

JAH, JEHOVAH is my Lord,
Ever merciful and just;
I will lean upon His word,
I will on His promise trust.

Strong I am, for He is strong,
Just in righteousness Divine;
He is my triumphal song,
All He has, and is, is mine.

Mine; and yours, whoe'er believe:
On His name whoe'er shall call
Freely shall His grace receive;
He is full of grace for all.

Therefore shall ye draw with joy
Water from salvation's well;
Praise shall your glad tongues employ,
While His streaming grace ye feel.

Each to each ye then shall say,
Sinners, call upon His name;
O rejoice to see His day,
See it, and His praise proclaim.

Glory to His name belongs,
Great, and marvellous, and high j
Sing unto the Lord your songs,
Cry, to every nation cry.

Wondrous things the Lord hath done,
Excellent His name we find;
This to all mankind is known,
Be it known to all mankind.

Sion, shout thy Lord and King,
Israels Holy One is He!
Give Him thanks, rejoice, and sing;
Great He is, and dwells in thee.

O the grace unsearchable!
While eternal ages roll,
God delights in man to dwell,
Soul of each believing soul.