Classic Poem

The text was sweet which Jesus took,
The doctrine, Come and see
This scripture, in the sacred book,
To-day fulfill'd in me.

On me the Sp'rit divine is shed,
Anointing me to preach
To poor and needy, tidings glad,
And meek'ned souls to teach.

I'm come no friend to sin, but yet
The sinners friend to be:
Captives at liberty to set,
And Satan's slaves to free:

From clouds of sin that souls benight,
To clear the dark'ned mind;
And with the rays of saving light
Illuminate the blind:

I'm sent to heal the broken heart,
The bleeding soul to cure,
Treasures to bankrupts to impart,
And riches to the poor.

To make a proclamation free
Of pardon, grace, and peace,
The Lord Jehovah's jubilee,
His year of sweet release.

His day of vengeance to declare
On authors of annoy:
That Zion's mourners all may share
Of Zion's peace and joy.

For ashes he'll with beauty dress;
For grief with joy anoint;
And for the sp'rit of heaviness.
The robe of praise appoint.

That trees of righteousness might be
Their proper name descried,
The planting of the Lord's that he
May thus be glorified.

Such was the doctrine of solace
That Jesus did impart;
Such were his powerful words of grace
To captivate the heart.

Welcome the preacher great, that comes
For all these happy ends;
This office justly he assumes,
Whom God the Father sends.