The Chosen Servant
1. Look! There’s the
servant I uphold,
my chosen one from
days of old.
I love him so, he’s my
delight;
he comforts wounded in
their plight.
2. My Spirit I will
give to him;
the light he bears
will not grow dim.
He will bring justice
to the world;
my word to all will be
unfurled.
3. He will not shout
or cry aloud
or raise his voice
amidst the crowd.
The tender reed he
will not break,
nor will he snuff the
smould’ring wick.
4. He’ll bring forth
justice faithfully;
he will not fail or
feel dismay,
until the whole world
knows his word.
and all mankind trusts
him as Lord.
George van Popta
Based on Isaiah 42:1-4
Based on Isaiah 42:1-4
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| Illustration by Kristina Mans |
