The Fourteenth Chapter of Isaiah, Part 1

Rejoice, rejoice, ye fallen race,
Fallen from God whom once ye knew;
He waits again to show His grace,
The Lord a promise hath for you.

The gracious word of His command
Backsliding Israel shall restore,
And set thee in thy native land,
Whence thou shall never wander more.

Strangers shall then to thee be join'd,
Shall to the house of Jacob cleave,
Adore the Saviour of mankind
Who died that all mankind might live.

Restored to thine unsinning state,
Thou at thy feet the world shall see
As servants and as handmaids wait,
Glad to receive the law from thee.

The lords to whom thou bow'dst thy neck
Shall bow their neck beneath thy chain,
Thy conquerors thou shall captive take,
And o'er thy dire oppressors reign.

Surely the gospel day shall come,
The Lord thy spirit shall release,
Satan shall have his final doom,
And thou from sin for ever cease.

From all thy grief, and pain, and fear;
Thy grief to be by sin subdued,
Thy pain the galling yoke to bear,
Thy fear to perish in thy blood.

Then, when the Lord hath given thee rest,
And breathed the Spirit of His power,
His princely Spirit, into thy breast,
And made thee more than conqueror;

Thou, the poor slave of Satan, thou
Shalt spurn thy old imperious king,
Vanquish'd, for ever vanquish'd now,
And thus the song triumphal sing: —

How hath the proud oppressor ceased!
Fallen the height of Babefs towers,
Fallen the king who long oppress'd
The earth with all its struggling powers.

The world's fierce ruler, and their god
Who bow'd the nations to his yoke,
And bruised them with an iron rod,
And smote with a continual stroke.

How hath the Lord destroy'd his power,
O'erturn'd his kingdom from within,
Ended the dark, oppressive hour,
And broke his staff of inbred sin!

That Man of Sin is now cast down,
Who held the captive world in chains,
And none the cause of Satan own,
And none contend for sin's remains.

All the new earth is now at rest,
From every thought of sin they cease,
Calm holy joy expands their breast,
Their mouth is fill'd with songs of peace.

The trees of righteousness rejoice;
Since thou art down, the cedars cry,
We hear no more the axe's noise,
Nor tremble at the feller nigh.

Tophet is for the king prepared,
The sorest doom thy crimes require,
Hell from beneath, for thy reward,
Stirs up its everlasting fire.

170 Lucifer, bright morning star,
Brighter than all with thee who fell,
How art thou fallen from glory far,
From glory to profoundest hell!

Reserved, in dark, substantial chains,
To the tremendous judgment day,
Our God shall then fill up thy pains,
Thy bruiser shall for ever slay.

He now thy nature hath expell'd,
And forced thy malice to submit;
Our sin is gone, our soul is heal'd,
And thou art bruised beneath our feet.

How art thou humbled to the ground,
The feeble world's tyrannic lord!
In us no more thy place is found,
Slain by the Spirit's two-edged sword.

Faded and thunderstruck thy brow,
From all thy hopes of empire driven,
Where is thy glorious vaunting now?
"I, even I will mount to heaven.

"Above the stars of God once more
I will exalt my sovereign throne,
And force His sons to own my power,
And cast the earth-born potsherds down.

"I will compel them to submit,
A thorn in all His people's side;
I in His mount will fix my seat,
The1 unconquerable strength of pride.

"I in their hearts will still remain,
Will have my party still within,
My throne immovable maintain,
My kingdom of inbeing sin.

"The soul of man shall be my shrine,
And entertain my deity,
That temple built by hands Divine
My everlasting home shall be.

"Above the clouds I will aspire,
I will aspire, and scale the sky,
Higher than men, than angels higher,
And bold to rival the Most High."

2 1 Yet shalt thou be brought down to hell;
O Antichrist, thy day shall come,
In us thou shalt not always dwell,
The Judge shall quickly seal thy doom.

Is this the man of hellish birth
(Thy former vassals then shall say)
Who shook the kingdoms of the earth,
And made the trembling world obey?

Who made the world a wilderness,
Laid waste the souls of all mankind,
Nor ever would his slaves release,
To sin's eternal bonds consign'd?