1 O Lord, our Father let thy grace
Shed its glad beams on Jacob's race,
Restore that long lost scattered band
And call them to their native land.
2 Their mis'ry let thy mercy heal,
Their trespass hide, their pardon seal;
O God of Israel hear our pray'r,
And grant that they thy love may share.
3 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove
The sad suspension of thy love,
And shall thy wrath perpetual burn
And yet thou ne'er to them return?
4 Thy quick'ning Spirit now impart,
Awake to joy each grateful heart,
While Israel's rescued tribes in thee,
Their bliss and full salvation see.
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