|Oh, Yahweh, listen while we dare|
The promises to plead,
Which Thine own sacred pages bear
To faithful Abram's seed.
Hast Thou far off Thy people cast,
For ever to remain?
Wilt Thou not, Lord, return at last,
And visit them again?
Yes, Thou hast passed thy certain word
Not canst Thyself deny
That Jacob's race shall be restored
To favour and to joy.
Hasten, Oh Lord, the happy hour
When this shall be fulfilled:
and Thy dear Son, with mighty power,
To Israel be revealed.
Then Jew and Gentile shall combine,
Emmanuel's name to praise;
And sound His mercy all divine,
To everlasting days.