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."