Scripture Verse

Be ever hearing, but never understanding; be ever seeing, but never perceiving. Make the heart of this people calloused; make their ears dull and close their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed. Then I said, For how long, Lord? And He answered: Until the cities lie ruined and without inhabitant, until the houses are left deserted and the fields ruined and ravaged, until the Lord has sent everyone far away and the land is utterly forsaken. Isaiah 6:9–12

Introduction

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Philip Doddridge
(1702–1751)

Words: Phil­ip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755), num­ber 83: The stu­pi­di­ty of Is­ra­el, and of Bri­tain la­ment­ed.

Music: Rest (Brad­bu­ry) Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, 1843 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William Bradbury
(1816–1868)

Lyrics

Lord, when Thine Is­rael we sur­vey,
We in their crimes dis­cern our own;
And if Thou turn our pray­er away,
Our mi­se­ry must, like theirs, be known.

To us Thy pro­phets have been sent
With words of ter­ror and of love;
But nor the ven­geance, nor the grace,
Ten thou­sand stub­born hearts will move.

Our eyes are blind, and deaf our ears;
Our hearts are hard­ened in­to stone;
As we would bar Thy mer­cy out,
And leave a way for wrath alone.

Justly our God might give us up
To plague and fa­mine and the sword;
Till towns and ci­ties, rich and fair,
Lay de­so­late with­out a Lord.

O’er bleed­ing wounds of slaugh­tered friends
Rivers of help­less grief might flow,
Till the fierce con­quer­or’s haugh­ty rage
Dragged us to chains and slaugh­ter, too.

But spare a na­tion long Thine own,
And show new mi­ra­cles of grace,
’Tis Thine to heal the deaf and blind,
And wake the dead to life and praise.