1
What wond’rous things we now behold,
Which were declar’d from days of old,
By prophets, who, in vision clear,
Beheld those glories from afar.
2
The visions which Almighty God,
Confirm’d by his unchanging word,
That to the ages then unborn,
His greatest work he would perform.
3
The second time he’d set his hand
To gather Israel to their land,
Fulfil the cov’nants he had made,
And pour his blessings on their head.
4
When Moab’s remnant, long oppress’d,
Should gather’d be and greatly blest:
And Ammon’s children, scatter’d wide,
Return with joy, in peace abide.
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While Elam’s race a feeble band,
Receive a share in the blest land;
And Gentiles, all their power display
To hasten on the glorious day.
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Then Ephraim’s sons, a warlike race,
Shall haste in peace and see their rest,
And earth’s remotest parts abound,
With joys of everlasting sound.
7
Assyria’s captives, long since lost,
In splendor come a num’rous host;
Egyptia’s waters fill’d with fear,
Their power feel and disappear.
8
Yes, Abra’m’s children now shall be
Like sand in number by the sea;
While kindreds, tongues, and nations all,
Combine, to make the numbers full.
9
The dawning of that day has come,
See! Abra’m’s sons are gath’ring home,
And daughters too, with joyful lays,
Are hastening here to join in praise!
10
O God, our Father, and our King,
Prepare our voices and our theme;
Let all our pow’rs in one combine,
To sing thy praise in songs divine.