Isaiah 61

• [Isa 61:1] Hark, The Glad Sound!

  Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes, The Savior promised long; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. On Him the Spirit, largely poured, Exerts His sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire. He comes the prisoners to release, In Satan’s bondage held; The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield. He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyes oppressed with night To pour celestial day. He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasures of His grace To enrich the humble poor. His silver trumpets publish loud The jub’lee of the Lord Our debts are all remitted now Our heritage restored. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And Heav’n’s eternal arches ring With Thy belovèd Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 61:10] Awake, My Heart; Arise, My Tongue

  Awake, my heart; arise, my tongue, Prepare a tuneful voice; In God, the life of all my joys, Aloud will I rejoice. ’Tis He adorned my naked soul, And made salvation mine; Upon a poor polluted worm He makes His graces shine. And lest the shadow of a spot Should on my soul be found, He took the robe the Savior wrought, And cast it all around. How far the heav’nly robe exceeds What earthly princes wear! These ornaments, how bright they shine! How white the garments are! The Spirit wrought my faith, and love, And hope, and every grace; But Jesus spent His life to work The robe of righteousness. Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed By the great Sacred Three! In sweetest harmony of praise Let all thy powers agree.

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  source: Cyberhymnal