OH, why should Israel's sons, once bless'd, Haste, glorious day, expected long, [raise, Still roam the scorning world around, Disown'd of heaven, by man oppress'd, Outcasts from Zion's hallow'd ground? O God of Israel! view their race, Back to Thy fold the wanderers bring; Teach them to seek Thy slighted grace, To hail in Christ their promised King. The veil of darkness rend in twain, That hides their Shiloh's glorious light; The sever'd olive-branch again When Jew and Greek one prayer shall With eager feet one temple throng, One God in holy anthems praise. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom heaven and earth adore, From men and from the Angel host, Be praise and glory evermore. men. OH that the Lord's salvation Were out of Zion come, To heal His ancient nation, Shall heathen feet profane? Rebuild her walls again. Thy saving grace impart ; |