'pviSOWN'D of heaven, by man oppress' d,
•*~^^ Outcasts from Sion's hallow' d ground,
Wherefore should Israel's sons, once bless'd.
Still roam the scorning world around ?
2 Lord, visit thy forsaken race.
Back to thy fold the wanderers bring;
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace.
And hail in Christ their promised King.
3 The veil of darkness rend in twain.
Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light;
The sever'd olive-branch again
Firm to its parent-stock unite.
4 Hail, glorious day, expected long!
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall pour,
With eager feet one temple throng.
With grateful praise one God adore.