Verse 1
Wisdom and power to God belong!
Thou dost o’rerule the pontiff’s tongue
Beyond himself, to prophesy:
The year of thy redeem’d is come
Thy outcasts must be gather’d home,
And one for all the people die:
Such thy unchangeable decree;
Thy Son the Sacrifice shall be,
And bleed in a whole nation’s place:
He dies; but not for Jews alone,
His blood shall ransom and atone
For every child of Adam’s race.
Verse 2
He hath for all been offer’d up,
The world’s Desire, the nation’s Hope
Partition’s wall hath broken down:
His death’s effects we all partake,
Gentiles and Jews his body make,
Gather’d, and sanctified in one:
Thou dost to every longing heart
The Spirit of thy Son impart,
Thro’ which we Abba Father cry,
While in the power of simple love
The fellowship of saints we prove,
And join thy church beyond the sky.