Thou, the Christ for­ev­er one,
Mary’s child and Is­ra­el’s God,
Daniel’s prince and Da­vid’s son,
Jacob’s star and Jes­se’s rod,
Thou of whom of the pro­phets spake,
Thou in whom their words came true,
Hear the plead­ing pray­er we make,
Hear the Gen­tile for the Jew!

Knowing what the Spir­it saith,
Sure of Thee, our Christ di­vine,
Lo, we stand, by right of faith,
Heirs of Ab­ra­ham’s char­tered line;
Can we then his sons for­get,
Branches sev­ered from their tree,
Exiles from their homes, and yet
Kinsmen, Lord, in flesh to Thee?

Though the blood be­trayed and spilt,
On the race en­tailed a doom,
Let its vir­tue cleanse the guilt,
Melt the hard­ness, chase the gloom;
Lift the veil from off their heart,
Make them Is­ra­el­ites indeed,
Meet once more for lot and part
With Thy house­hold’s gen­uine seed.

Thou that didst Thy dews out­pour,
Crowning ali­en grafts with fruit,
Soon the na­tive growths re­store,
Making glad the par­ent root:
Ah! but let not pride en­snare
Souls that need to mourn their sin;
Still the boughs adopt­ed spare,
And the out­casts—graft them in!

Speed the day of un­ion sweet
When with us in faith allied,
Israel’s heart shall turn to greet
Thee, whom Is­ra­el cru­ci­fied;
Thee, in all Thy truth and grace,
Owned at last as Sa­lem’s king,
While her chil­dren find their place,
Gathered safe be­neath Thy wing.