Isaiah 57
57
SONG 27
8,6,8,6
tune: Caithness, 40.
Isaiah 57:15, 16
15 Thus speaks the high and lofty One;
ye tribes of earth, give ear;
The words of your Almighty King
with sacred rev’rence hear:
2 Amidst the majesty of heav’n
my throne is fix’d on high;
And through eternity I hear
the praises of the sky:
3 Yet, looking down, I visit oft
the humble hallow’d cell;
And with the penitent who mourn
’tis my delight to dwell;
4 The downcast spirit to revive,
the sad in soul to cheer;
And from the bed of dust the man
of heart contrite to rear.
16 With me dwells no relentless wrath
against the human race;
The souls which I have form’d shall find
a refuge in my grace.
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Isaiah 57: MP1781
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First published by the Church of Scotland in 1781.