1 Lord, Thou didst favour this thy land;
Of Jacob's sad cpativity,
Thou didst return with mighty hand:
2 Yea, Thou forgav'st th' iniquity,
Of this thy flock in former times,
And Thou didst cover all their crimes. (Selah.)
3 Thou all thy wrath didst take away:
From thy hot wrath which flam'd abroad,
Thou turndst in that happy day.
4 Of our salvation, O Thou God!
Convert us now by the same grace,
And make thy wrath towards us cease.
5 Shall thy wrath on us always lie?
Wilt thou thy burning wrath extend,
From generation constantly,
To generation without end?
6 Wilt Thou not us revive, that we
Thy people may rejoice in Thee?
7 LORD, let thy mercy now appear;
And save us in thy boundless grace.
8 What God the LORD will speak, I'll hear;
For to his people He'll speak peace,
And to his saints; but they must then
Ne'er turn to foolishness again.
9 His saving work is nigh at hand,
Surely to all that Him revere;
That glory may dwell in our land,
10 Mercy and truth meet sweetly here,
Harmonious peace and righteousness
Embracing, one another kiss.
11 Truth springs out of the earth below,
And down from heav'n looks righteousness;
The LORD will ev'ry good bestow;
Our land shall yield her great increase.
Justice shall go before his face,
And in the way his steps shall place.