Lord of all worlds, in­cline Thy boun­te­ous ear,
Thy child­ren’s voice, in ten­der mer­cy, hear;
Bear Thy blest pro­mise, fix­ed as hills, in mind,
And shed re­new­ing grace on lost man­kind.

Let Zi­on’s walls be­fore Thee cease­less stand,
Dear as Thine eye, and grav­en on Thy hand;
From earth’s far re­gions Ja­cob’s sons re­store,
Oppressed by man, and scourged by Thee no more.

Then shall man­kind no more in dark­ness mourn,
Then hap­py na­tions in a day be born;
From east to west Thy glo­ri­ous name be one,
And one pure wor­ship hail the eter­nal Son.

Then shall Thy saints ex­ult with joy di­vine;
Their vir­tues quick­en, and their lives re­fine;
Heaven o’er the world un­fold a bright­er day,
And Je­sus spread His reign from sea to sea!