1 Lord, Thine ancient people see,
Captive still, in darkness bound;
Let Thy gospel set them free,
Let them hear its joyful sound.

2 Still the veil is on their heart:
Rend it, Lord, at length in twain;
Bid their unbelief depart,
Bring them to Thy fold again.

3 Let Thy love their blindness heal;
God of Israel, hear our prayer;
Let Thy grace their pardon seal,
Still Thy cov'nant let them share.

4 Harp of Judah, long unstrung,
Sound at length the Savior's praise;
Jew and Gentile, old and young,
Loud the glad Hosanna raise.