762    L.M.     S. Stennett
“A bruised reed shall he not break.” Isa. 42. 3

1 How soft the words my Saviour speaks,
  How kind the promises he makes!
  A bruisèd reed he never breaks,
  Nor will he quench the smoking flax.

2 The humble poor he’ll not despise,
  Nor on the contrite sinner frown;
  His ear is open to their cries,
  And quickly sends salvation down.

3 He sees the struggles that prevail
  Between the powers of grace and sin,
  He kindly listens while they tell
  The bitter pangs they feel within.

4 Though pressed with fears on every side,
  They know not how the strife may end;
  Yet he will soon the cause decide,
  And judgment unto victory send.