At length Thou hast Thy mercy shown,
Drawn from the Babylonian yoke;
Our sins remov'd which did provoke
Thy wrath; ev'n that now overblown.
Great God, our ruin'd state restore,
And let Thy anger flame no more.

O shall it like a comet reign,
Extending to the yet unborn?
Wilt Thou not quicken the forlorn,
That Thine in Thee may joy again?
O show'r Thy mercy from above,
Preserve and fix us in Thy love.

I will the voice of God attend,
Who to His people speaks of peace.
Such as in sanctity increase,
Nor to their sins again descend,
These soon with freedom shall be bless'd,
That glory may our land invest.

Those days shall consummate our bliss,
Sweet clemency with truth shall meet,
High justice gentle peace shall greet,
Saluting with a holy kiss;
For truth shall from the earth arise,
And righteousness look from the skies.

Then shall Jehovah distribute
His blessings with a liberal hand;
The rich and ever grateful land
Abundantly produce her fruit.
For justice shall before Him go,
And her fair steps to mortals show.