Lord, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind,

Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom:

So God forgave when Israel sinn'd,

And brought his wandering captives home.

Thou hast begun to set us free,

And made thy fiercest wrath abate;

Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee,

And thy salvation be complete.

Revive our dying graces, Lord,

And let thy saints in thee rejoice;

Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word,

We wait for praise to tune our voice.

We wait to hear what God will say;

He'll speak, and give his people peace;

But let them run no more astray,

Lest his returning wrath increase.