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The Servant
The servant Thou hast called stands ready shod,Clean through thy holy word, in Christ made free,
To smite the nations with an iron rod,
That haply they may turn and worship Thee;—
Their broken idols own thy spirit's power;
The strong men bow, and at its word lie bound;
The lying spirits start to hear the hour
Through all their depths its solemn warning sound;
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Thy hand is on the courser's flowing rein;
The night unrobed stands guilty in thy sight,
And for a covering pleads, but pleads in vain;—
Through all that waits thy servant bid him stand,
And by thy love supported gain the promised land.
Poem No. 558; late 1838–early 1839
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