1 O Thou, my feeble voice and heart inspire,
Who touched Isaiah’s hallowed lips with fire!
Let burning coals from off Thy altar fall,
While I extol Thee, Jesus, Lord of all.

2 The waiting world shall hear the prophet’s voice;
Let angels, men and earth and Heav’n rejoice!
O House of David, hear! for in thy Son
Shall come a king to reign on David’s throne.

3 His name Immanuel! God with us shall be,
And all who walk in darkness light shall see;
The shades of death and hell shall flee away,
And earth shall own the great Redeemer’s sway.

4 The government upon His shoulders stand;
Justice shall be established by His hand;
In love and power His kingdom shall increase;
He shall be King of kings and Prince of Peace.

5 Our happy ears now hear the joyful word
"The prophets waited for," but never heard;
Our blessèd eyes now see the heavenly light,
That kings desired, "but died without the sight."

6 The day the prophets waited for is gone,
Jesus is on the mediatorial throne,
To plead for us, until He comes again,
The earth restored, on David’s throne to reign.