God of eter­nal love,
How fick­le are our ways!
And yet oft did Is­ra­el prove
Thy con­stan­cy of grace!
They saw Thy won­ders wrought,
And then Thy praise they sung;
But soon Thy works of pow­er for­got,
And mur­mured with their tongue.

Now they be­lieve His word
While rocks with ri­vers flow;
Now with their lusts pro­voke the Lord,
And He re­duced them low.
Yet when they mourned their faults,
He heark­ened to their groans,
Brought His own co­ve­nant to His thoughts,
And called them still His sons.

Their names were in His book,
He saved them from their foes;
Oft He chas­tised, but ne’er for­sook
The peo­ple that He chose.
Let Is­ra­el bless the Lord,
Who loved their an­cient race;
And Chris­tians join the so­lemn word,
Amen to all the praise.