1 Messiah, full of grace,
Redeem'd by thee, we plead
The promise, made to Abrah'm's race,
To souls for ages dead.

2 Their bones, as quite dri'd up,
Throughout the vale appear;
Cut off and lost their last faint hope
To see thy kingdom here.

3 Open their graves, and bring
The outcasts forth, to own
Thou art their Lord, their God, and King,
Their true anointed one.

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