Redeemer of Is­ra­el, our only de­light,
On whom for a bless­ing we call,
Our sha­dow by day,
And our pill­ar by night,
Our king, our de­liv­er­er, our all!

We know He is com­ing, to ga­ther His sheep
And lead them to Zi­on in love;
For why in the val­ley
Of death should they weep
Or in the lone wil­der­ness rove?

How long we have wan­dered as stran­gers in sin,
And cried in the des­ert for Thee!
Our foes have re­joiced
Wen our sor­rows they’ve seen,
But Is­ra­el will short­ly be free.

As child­ren of Zi­on, good tid­ings for us.
The to­kens al­rea­dy ap­pear.
Fear not, and be just,
For the king­dom is ours.
The hour of red­emp­tion is near.