762. How soft the words my Saviour speaks

1 How soft the words my Saviour speaks,
How kind the promises he makes!
A bruisèd reed he never breaks,
Nor will he quench the smoking flax.

2 The humble poor he’ll not despise,
Nor on the contrite sinner frown;
His ear is open to their cries,
And quickly sends salvation down.

3 He sees the struggles that prevail
Between the powers of grace and sin,
He kindly listens while they tell
The bitter pangs they feel within.

4 Though pressed with fears on every side,
They know not how the strife may end;
Yet he will soon the cause decide,
And judgment unto victory send.

Text Information
First Line: How soft the words my Saviour speaks
Meter: L. M>
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Copyright: Isaiah 42:3
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