8-7s. Isaiah xii. 1 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 burned, Thou dost comfort me again; All thy wrath aside is turned, Thou hast blotted out my sin.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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!"
5 Glory to his name belongs, Great, and marvelous, and high; 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!
6 Zion, shout thy Lord and King, Israel's 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.
