Thus saith God of His An­oint­ed:
He shall let My peo­ple go;
’Tis the work for Him ap­point­ed,
’Tis the work that He shall do;
And My ci­ty
He shall found, and build it, too.

He whom man with scorn re­fus­es,
Whom the fa­vored na­tion hates,
He it is Je­ho­vah choos­es,
Him the high­est place awaits;
Kings and princ­es
Shall do hom­age at His gates.

He shall hum­ble all the scorn­ers,
He shall fill His foes with shame;
He shall rise and com­fort mourn­ers
By the sweet­ness of His name;
To the cap­tives
He shall li­ber­ty pro­claim.

He shall ga­ther those that wan­dered;
When they hear the trum­pet’s sound,
They shall join the sac­red stan­dard,
They shall come and flock around;
He shall save them:
They shall be with glo­ry crowned.