1 Now be the God of Israel bless'd
Who makes his truth appear,
His mighty hand fulfils his word,
And all the oaths he sware.
2 Now he bedews old David's root
With blessings from the skies;
He makes the branch of promise grow,
The promis'd horn arise.
3 [John was the prophet of the Lord
To go before his face,
The herald which our Saviour God
Sent to prepare his ways.
4 He makes the great salvation known,
He speaks of pardon'd sins;
While grace divine and heavenly love
In its own glory shines.
5 |Behold the Lamb of God,| he cries,
|That takes our guilt away:
|I saw the Spirit o'er his head
|On his baptizing day.]
6 |Be every vale exalted high,
|Sink every mountain low,
|The proud must stoop, and humble souls
|Shall his salvation know.
7 |The heathen realms with Israel's land
|Shall join in sweet accord;
|And all that's born of man shall see
|The glory of the Lord.
8 |Behold the morning star arise,
|Ye that in darkness sit;
|He marks the path that leads to peace,
|And guides our doubtful feet.|