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.