The Future Peace And Glory Of The Church. - Isaiah ix.15-20.

Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,     O my people, faint and few,     Comfortless, afflicted, broken,     Fair abodes I build for you;     Thorns of heart-felt tribulation     Shall no more perplex your ways:     You shall name your walls, Salvation,     And your gates shall all be praise.     There, like streams that feed the garden,     Pleasures without end shall flow;     For the Lord, your faith rewarding,     All his bounty shall bestow;     Still in undisturbd possession     Peace and righteousness shall reign;     Never shall you feel oppression,     Hear the voice of war again.     Ye no more your suns descending,     Waning moons no more shall see;     But, your griefs for ever ending,     Find eternal noon in me;     God shall rise, and shining oer you,     Change to day the gloom of night;     He, the Lord, shall be your glory,     God your everlasting light.