By whom shall Ja­cob now arise?
For Ja­cob’s friends are few,
And—what should fill us with sur­prise—
They seem di­vid­ed, too.

By whom shall Ja­cob now arise?
For Ja­cob’s foes are strong.
I read their tri­umph in their eyes,
They think he’ll fail ere long.

By whom shall Ja­cob now arise?
Can any tell by whom?
Say, shall this branch that wi­thered lies,
Again re­vive and bloom?

Lord, Thou canst tell—the work is Thine,
The help of man is vain.
On Ja­cob now arise and shine,
And he shall live again.