Hymn H120

O! why should Israel's sons once blest,
Still roam the scorning world around?
Disowned by God, by man opprest,
Outcasts from Zion's hallowed ground?
Oh! God of Judah, view their race,
Back to Thy fold the wanderers bring;
Bring them to see Thy glorious face,
In Jesus Christ their promised King.

The veil of darkness rend in twain,
Which hides their eyes from glorious light;
The severed olivebranch again,
Firm to the parent stock unite.
Haste the expected day, O Lord,
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall pour
With eager feet one temple crowd,
One God with grateful praise adore.