Isaiah 11: In that day, the Lord shall set His hand, &c

Jesus, Thou hast spoke the word;
Thine liand again set to,
Gather in the remnant, Lord,
And save the chosen few;
O repair the general loss,
The many by Thy gospel call,
Show the world Thy bleeding cross,
Thy dying love for all.

By Thy passion on the tree
Constrain them to return.
Let the' apostates look on Thee,
Whom once they pierced, and mourn
Gather the dispersed abroad.
Thy wandering flock, redeem'd of old,
Call the murderers of their God,
And take into Thy fold.

Surely now Thy pitying eye
The vagabonds pursues.
Turn their long captivity,
Again Thine Israel choose,
O bring home Thy purchased seed,
(Throughout the earth for ages driven,)
Ransom'd by the blood they shed.
With all mankind forgiven.