Wilt Thou be angry with us for ever? Wilt Thou draw out Thine anger to all generations? Wilt Thou not revive us again, that Thy people may rejoice in Thee? Psalm 85:5–6
Arise, great God, and let Thy grace
Its beams effuse on Jacob’s race:
Restore the long lost scattered band,
And call them to their native land.
Their misery let Thy mercy heal,
Their trespass hide, their pardon seal;
Check in mid-course Thy dreadful ire,
And bid its kindled flames expire!
O grant them still Thy love to share;
Incline Thine ear, accept our prayer;
Cleanse them from unbelief and sin,
And gather, too, the Gentiles in.
How long shall Jacob’s offspring prove
The sad suspension of Thy love?
Say, shall Thy wrath perpetual burn?
And wilt Thou ne’er, appeased, return?
Thy quickening Spirit now impart,
And wake to joy each grateful heart,
While Israel’s rescued tribes in Thee
Their bliss and full salvation see!
No longer, heavenly Sire, delay,
Thy wonted mercy now display,
And let Thy all disposing will
Thy people’s steadfast hope fulfill.