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The Lord has anointed me, on me his spirit has fallen; he has sent me to bring good news to men that are humbled, to heal broken hearts, promising the release of captives, the opening of prison doors, (Isaiah 61, 1)
Well may I rejoice in the Lord, well may this heart triumph in my God. The deliverance he sends is like a garment that wraps me about, his mercy like a cloak enfolding me; no bridegroom so proud of garland that crowns him, no bride of the necklace she wears. (Isaiah 61, 10)
See how yonder earth gives promise of spring, how the garden seeds give promise of flower! And the Lord God will make good his promise for all the world to see; a spring-time of deliverance and renown. (Isaiah 61, 11)
nor let him rest neither, till he has restored Jerusalem, spread her fame over all the earth. (Isaiah 62, 7)
To the furthest corners of the earth the Lord proclaims it, A message to queen Sion: Look, where thy deliverer comes, look, how they come with him, the reward of his labour, the achievement of his task!✻ (Isaiah 62, 11)
My heart told me the time had come for vengeance, this was my destined year of ransom; (Isaiah 63, 4)
Majestic power, that led Moses by the hand; that parted the sea at their coming, to win his name renown. (Isaiah 63, 12)
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)
Wouldst thou but part heaven asunder, and come down, the hills shrinking from thy presence, (Isaiah 64, 1)
Graciously thou goest out to meet them, loyal lovers of thine that keep thee ever in mind, ever follow thy bidding.✻ And now thou art angry with us; we have sinned; so it has been a long while, and shall we find deliverance? (Isaiah 64, 5)
Yet, Lord, thou art our father; we are but clay, and thou the craftsman who has fashioned us; (Isaiah 64, 8)
