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.