On many a fa­vored vine­yard,
O God, Thy face doth shine,
And pre­cious souls, re­pent­ant,
Are saved by grace div­ine.
With joy we hear the tid­ings,
And lift our hearts and sing,
With an­gels, who in rap­ture,
The news to Zi­on bring.

But oh, our hearts are long­ing
For friends and loved ones dear;
O let Thy smile of mer­cy
Shine forth up­on us here.
All people need Thy fa­vor;
Work where Thou wilt, we pray;
But in Thy great com­pas­sion,
O Sav­ior, come this way.

O God of hosts, we pray Thee,
Look down from Heav’n and see,
And visit this Thy vine­yard,
The branch made strong for Thee.
Turn us again, O Lord God,
And cause Thy face to shine.
And we shall see sal­va­tion,
And glo­ry shall be mine.