Father of faith­ful Ab­ra­ham, hear
Our ear­nest suit for Ab­ra­ham’s seed;
Justly they claim the soft­est pray­er
From us, adopt­ed in their stead,
Who mer­cy through their fall ob­tain,
And Christ by their re­ject­ion gain.

But hast Thou fi­nal­ly for­sook,
Forever cast Thy own away?
Wilt Thou not bid the out­casts look
On Him they pierced, and weep, and pray?
Yes, gra­cious Lord, Thy Word is past;
All Is­ra­el shall be saved at last.

Come, then, Thou great De­li­ver­er, come!
The veil from Ja­cob’s heart re­move;
Receive Thy an­cient peo­ple home,
That, quick­ened by Thy dy­ing love,
The world may their re­cep­tion find
Life from the dead for all man­kind.