Unchanging God, hear from eter­nal Heav’n:
We plead Thy gifts of grace, for­ev­er giv­en,
Thy call, with­out re­pent­ance, call­ing still,
The sure elect­ion of Thy so­ve­reign will.

Out of our faith in Thee, who canst not lie,
Out of our heart’s de­sire, goes up our cry,
From hope’s sweet vi­sion of the thing to be,
From love to those who still are loved by Thee.

Bring Thy be­lov­èd back, Thine Is­ra­el,
Thine own elect who from Thy fa­vor fell,
But not from Thine elect­ion! O for­give,
Speak but the word, and lo! the dead shall live.

Father of mer­cies! these the long as­tray,
These in soul blind­ness now the far away,
These are not ali­ens, but Thy sons of yore,
Oh, by Thy fa­ther­hood, re­store, re­store!

Breathe up­on Thy Church, that it may greet the day;
Stir up her will to toil, and teach, and pray,
Till Zi­on­ward again sal­va­tion come,
And all her out­cast child­ren are at home.

Triune Je­ho­vah, Thine the grace and pow­er,
Thine all the work, its past, its fu­ture hour,
O Thou, who fail­est not, Thy gifts ful­fill,
And crown the call­ing of Thy change­less will.