|Thy people, Lord, who trust Thy word|
And wait the smiling of Thy face,
Assemble round Thy mercyseat,
And plead the promise of Thy grace.
Hast Thou not sworn to give Thy Son
To be a light to Gentile lands;
To open the benighted eye,
and loose the wretched prisoners' bands?
Hast Thou not said, from sea to sea
His vast dominions shall extend;
That every tongue shall call Him Lord,
And every knee before Him bend?
Now let the happy time appear,
The time to favour Zion come:
Send forth Thy heralds far and near,
To call Thy banished people home.