Now Be the God Of Israel Blessed

Now be the God of Is­ra­el blessed

Who makes His truth ap­pear;

His migh­ty hand ful­fills His Word

And all the oaths He sware.

Now He be­dews old Da­vid’s Root

With bless­ings from the skies;

He makes the Branch of Pro­mise grow

The pro­mised Horn arise.

John was a pro­phet of the Lord

To go be­fore His face;

The her­ald which our Sav­ior God

Sent to pre­pare His way.

He makes the great sal­va­tion known

He speaks of par­doned sins;

While grace di­vine

and heav’n­ly love

In its own glo­ry shines.

Behold the Lamb of God

He cries

“That takes our guilt away:

I saw the Spir­it o’er His head

On His bap­tiz­ing day.

“Be ev­ery vale ex­alt­ed high

Sink ev­ery mount­ain low;

The proud must stoop

and hum­ble souls

Shall His sal­va­tion know.

“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.

Behold the Morn­ing-Star arise

Ye that in dark­ness sit;

He marks the path that leads to peace

And guides our doubt­ful feet.