Verse 1
Redundant as a swelling tide,
Thou shalt break forth on every side,
The dams o’erflow, the mounds bear down,
Thy first-born sons, an holy seed,
Thro’ every distant realm shall spread,
And make the Gentile world their own:
Verse 2
The cities that for ages past,
Thro’ sin lay desolate and waste,
The souls of grace and virtue void
The zealous children shall repair,
And Christ himself inhabit there,
And every saint be fill’d with God.