1 Behold my Servant! see him rise
exalted in my might!
Him have I chosen, and in him
I place supreme delight.
2 On him, in rich effusion pour'd,
my Spirit shall descend;
my truths and judgments he shall show
to earth’s remotest end.

3 Gentle and still shall be his voice,
no threats from him proceed;
the smoking flax he shall not quench,
nor break the bruised reed.
4 The feeble spark to flames he’ll raise;
the weak will not despise;
judgment he shall bring forth to truth,
and make the fallen rise.

5 The progress of his zeal and pow’r
shall never know decline,
till foreign lands and distant isles
receive the law divine.