AS Thy chosen people, Lord,

AS Thy chosen people, Lord, Once oppress'd, in numbers few, Trusted to Thy steadfast word, And a mighty nation grew; So Thy church on earth begun, By Thy blessing shall increase, While the course of time shall run,

Soon shall every scattered tribe To her bosom be restored; Every heart and tongue ascribe Praise and glory to the Lord; Militant awhile below Rest and joy shall soon be given; Then in rapturous strains shall now Her triumphant song in heaven.