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Assemble, all you nations, and listen to me; tell me which of your gods has prophesied it,✻ The Lord, in his great love for Israel,✻ means to subdue Babylon to his will, to bare his arm among the Chaldeans? (Isaiah 48, 14)
Hid I my face from thee, it was for a short while, till my anger should be spent; love that takes pity on thee shall be eternal, says the Lord, thy ransomer. (Isaiah 54, 8)
And so it shall be with the alien born, will they but throw in their lot with the Lord’s worshippers, that cherish the love of his name; the Lord’s servants that keep the sabbath inviolate, and are true to his covenant. (Isaiah 56, 6)
Here are none but blind watchmen, all unawares; here are dumb dogs that cannot bark, false seers that lie sleeping, in love with their dreams; (Isaiah 56, 10)
That faithfulness is the breastplate that arms him, that saving power the helmet that guards his head; vengeance the garment he wears, jealous love the mantle that wraps him round.✻ (Isaiah 59, 17)
I am the Lord, that love to give each his due, resent the wrong, when men rob me of my sacrifice. Faithfully I will give them their recompense, bind myself, now, by an eternal covenant. (Isaiah 61, 8)
For love of Sion I will no more be silent, for love of Jerusalem I will never rest, until he, the Just One, is revealed to her like the dawn, until he, her deliverer, shines out like a flame. (Isaiah 62, 1)
Listen, while I tell again the story of the Lord’s mercies, what renown the Lord has won; all the Lord has done for us, all the wealth of blessings his pardoning love, his abounding pity has lavished on the race of Israel. (Isaiah 63, 7)
In all their straits, power of his was not straitened;✻ his angel, token of his presence, brought them deliverance. In love and pity he ransomed them, lifted them in his arms and raised them up, all through the days gone by. (Isaiah 63, 9)
Bethink thee now, in heaven; look down from the palace where thou dwellest, holy and glorious. Where, now, is thy jealous love, where thy warrior’s strength? Where is thy yearning of heart, thy compassion? For me, compassion is none. (Isaiah 63, 15)
And now, Lord, wouldst thou drive us away from following thee, harden our hearts till worship we have none to give thee? For love of thy own servants, relent, for love of the land that by right is thine. (Isaiah 63, 17)
A desert, the city thy chosen servant knew, a desert, the Sion we love; Jerusalem lies forlorn. (Isaiah 64, 10)
