O Thou, my fee­ble voice and heart in­spire,
Who touched Isai­ah’s hal­lowed lips with fire!
Let burn­ing coals from off Thy al­tar fall,
While I ex­tol Thee, Je­sus, Lord of all.

The wait­ing world shall hear the pro­phet’s voice;
Let an­gels, men and earth and Heav’n re­joice!
O House of Da­vid, hear! for in thy Son
Shall come a king to reign on Da­vid’s throne.

His name Im­ma­nu­el! God with us shall be,
And all who walk in dark­ness light shall see;
The shades of death and hell shall flee away,
And earth shall own the great Re­deem­er’s sway.

The gov­ern­ment up­on His shoul­ders stand;
Justice shall be es­tab­lished by His hand;
In love and pow­er His king­dom shall in­crease;
He shall be King of kings and Prince of Peace.

Our hap­py ears now hear the joyf­ul word
The pro­phets wait­ed for, but ne­ver heard;
Our bless­èd eyes now see the hea­ven­ly light,
That kings de­sired, but died with­out the sight.

The day the pro­phets wait­ed for is gone,
Jesus is on the me­dia­to­ri­al throne,
To plead for us, un­til He comes again,
The earth re­stored, on Da­vid’s throne to reign.