“He shall let go my captives.” Isa. 45. 13
J. Berridge C.M.
Art thou by sin a captive led?
Is sin thy daily grief?
The Man who brake the serpent’s head
Can bring thee sweet relief.
His name is Jesus, for he saves,
And setteth captives free;
His office is to purchase slaves,
And give them liberty.
No money for thy ransom take,
But mercy much entreat;
Go, with the chains about thy neck,
And fall before his feet.
Tell how thy bosom tyrants lash,
And rage without control;
Show where the fetters gall thy flesh,
And bruise thy inmost soul.
The sight will melt his piteous heart,
Soon touched with human woe;
And healing up thy guilty smart,
His freed-man thou shalt go.