God of eter­nal ma­jes­ty,
High as Thou art, from Hea­ven look down,
Holy, and just, we cry to Thee,
Behold us from Thy glo­ri­ous throne!

Where is Thy strength to con­quer sin?
Thy zeal to save a fall­en race?
Thy bow­els sound­ing from with­in?
Thy mer­cies, and Thy par­don­ing grace?

Thy pi­ty, and pa­ter­nal care,
The ten­der yearn­ings of Thy heart,
Are they re­strained? Is fu­ry there?
Ah no! Thou still our Fa­ther art.

Doubtless Thou art our Fa­ther still,
Though Ab­ra­ham his seed dis­owns
Debased by sin, though Is­ra­el
Renounces his de­gen­er­ate sons.

Our Lord, and our Re­deem­er now
Thou art, and will be still the same,
Our ev­er­last­ing Fa­ther Thou;
Jehovah is Thy glo­ri­ous name.

Why then, O Lord, if ours Thou art,
Why hast Thou suf­fered us to rove?
Withdrawn Thy Spi­rit from our heart,
And left us to our want of love?

Why hast Thou hid Thy love­ly face,
And caused us from Thy paths to err?
Abandoned by re­strain­ing grace
Our hearts were hard­ened from Thy fear.

Yet, Lord, for Thee again we mourn,
Now let our pray­ers Thine aid en­gage,
Now for Thy ser­vant’s sake re­turn,
And cheer Thy droop­ing he­ri­tage.

The land we fond­ly deemed our own
(Alas, how short a time en­joyed!)
Our ad­ver­sar­ies have o’er­thrown,
And tram­pled on the house of God.

Yet we are Thine, though dis­pos­sessed,
And out­casts from the pro­mised land,
They ne­ver have Thy sway con­fessed,
Or yield­ed to Thy just com­mand.

We, we are called by Thy great name,
Accept our plea, Thine ear in­cline,
Thine, Lord, we are, re­new Thy claim,
Receive, and seal us ev­er Thine.