Messiah, full of grace,
Redeemed by thee, we plead
The promise made to Abraham's race,
To souls for ages dead.

Their bones, as quite dried up,
Throughout the vale appear:
Cut off and lost their last faint hope
To see thy kingdom here.

Open their graves, and bring
The outcasts forth, to own
Thou art their Lord, their God and king,
Their true Anointed One.

To save the race forlorn,
Thy glorious arm display!
And show the world a nation born,
A nation in a day!