Verse 1
Before that everlasting day
Which shall my Israel’s foes consume,
With conscious shame, and sore dismay
Their cringing sons to thee shall come,
Thy proud oppressors shall bow down,
In suppliant guise thy feet embrace,
With deep remorse their error own,
And weep, and humbly sue for grace.
Verse 2
Whom once they hated and despis’d
They call the city of the Lord,
Sion by God belov’d and priz’d,
Where God is known, confess’d, ador’d:
They own the Holy One is thine,
His holiness to thee is given,
Thou care of providence divine,
Thou choicest favourite of heaven.