Isaiah 1:2–17 (Listen)
The Wickedness of Judah
2 Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth;
for the LORD has spoken:
“Children1 have I reared and brought up,
but they have rebelled against me.
3 The ox knows its owner,
and the donkey its master’s crib,
but Israel does not know,
my people do not understand.”
4 Ah, sinful nation,
a people laden with iniquity,
offspring of evildoers,
children who deal corruptly!
They have forsaken the LORD,
they have despised the Holy One of Israel,
they are utterly estranged.
5 Why will you still be struck down?
Why will you continue to rebel?
The whole head is sick,
and the whole heart faint.
6 From the sole of the foot even to the head,
there is no soundness in it,
but bruises and sores
and raw wounds;
they are not pressed out or bound up
or softened with oil.
7 Your country lies desolate;
your cities are burned with fire;
in your very presence
foreigners devour your land;
it is desolate, as overthrown by foreigners.
8 And the daughter of Zion is left
like a booth in a vineyard,
like a lodge in a cucumber field,
like a besieged city.
9 If the LORD of hosts
had not left us a few survivors,
we should have been like Sodom,
and become like Gomorrah.
10 Hear the word of the LORD,
you rulers of Sodom!
Give ear to the teaching2 of our God,
you people of Gomorrah!
11 “What to me is the multitude of your sacrifices?
says the LORD;
I have had enough of burnt offerings of rams
and the fat of well-fed beasts;
I do not delight in the blood of bulls,
or of lambs, or of goats.
12 “When you come to appear before me,
who has required of you
this trampling of my courts?
13 Bring no more vain offerings;
incense is an abomination to me.
New moon and Sabbath and the calling of convocations—
I cannot endure iniquity and solemn assembly.
14 Your new moons and your appointed feasts
my soul hates;
they have become a burden to me;
I am weary of bearing them.
15 When you spread out your hands,
I will hide my eyes from you;
even though you make many prayers,
I will not listen;
your hands are full of blood.
16 Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean;
remove the evil of your deeds from before my eyes;
cease to do evil,
17 learn to do good;
bring justice to the fatherless,
plead the widow’s cause.
Hymn: WS 779 :
Redeemed, Restored, Forgiven
1. Redeemed,restored, forgiven
Through Jesus’ precious blood,
Heirs of His home in heaven
Oh, praise our pard’ning God!
Praise Him in tuneful measures
Who gave His Son to die;
Praise Him whose sev’n fold treasures
Enrich and sanctify.
2. Once on the dreary mountain
We wandered far and wide,
Far from the cleansing fountain,
Far from the pierced side.
But Jesus sought and found us;
Our many sins He bore.
With cords of love He bound us
To Him forevermore.
3. Dear Master, Yours the glory
Of each recovered soul.
Ah, who can tell the story
Of love that made us whole?
Not ours, not ours the merit;
To You alone the praise!
Give us a thankful spirit
To serve You all our days.
4. Now keep us, holy Savior,
In Your true love and fear,
And grant us by Your favor
The grace to persevere
Till, in Your new creation,
Our earthly troubles o’er,
Heirs of Your free salvation,
We praise You evermore.