Disown’d of heaven, by man opprest,
Outcasts from Zion’s hallowed ground,
Wherefore should Israel’s sons, once blest,
Still roam the incoming world around?
Lord! visit thy forsaken race.
Back to thy fold the wand’rers bring;
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace,
And hail in Christ their promised King.
The veil of darkness rend in twain
Which hides their Shiloh’s glorious light;
The severed olive branch, again
Firm to its parent stock unite.
Hail, glorious day, expected long!
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall pour,
With eager feet one temple throng.
With grateful praise one God adore.