8s & 7s. Isaiah lii. 15. 1 SAVIOUR, sprinkle many nations, Fruitful let thy sorrows be; By thy pains and consolations Draw the Gentiles unto thee: Of thy cross the wondrous story, Be to all the nations told! Let them see thee in thy glory, And thy mercy manifold.
2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, Pants for thee each mortal breast; Human tears for thee are flowing, Human hearts in thee would rest; Thirsting, as for dews of even, As the new-mown grass for rain, Thee they seek, as God of heaven, Thee, as man for sinners slain.
3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting, Stretched the hand, and strained the sight, For thy Spirit, new creating, Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light; Give the word, and of the preacher Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature Glory to the Lamb be sung.