O wherefore hast Thou cast us off,
O God, our God of old?
Why art Thou angry with Thy sheep,
The sheep of Thine own fold,
The sheep of Thine own fold?

Remember Thine inheritance,
Thy Church, redeemed by grace;
Remember Zion’s mount profaned,
Thine ancient dwelling place,
Thine ancient dwelling place.

In ruin long Thy temple lies;
Arise, O God of grace,
And see the ruin foes have wrought
Within Thy holy place,
Within Thy holy place.

Amid Thy courts are lifted high
The standards of the foe,
And impious hands with axe and fire
Have laid Thy temple low,
Have laid Thy temple low.

They have profaned the holy place
Where Thou hast set Thy Name,
The sanctuaries of our God
Are given to the flame,
Are given to the flame.

We see no signs of power divine,
No prophet speaks for Thee,
And none can tell, and none can know,
How long these woes shall be,
How long these woes shall be.

How long, O God, shall blasphemy
And shame reproach our land?
Why dost Thou not destroy Thy foes
With Thine almighty hand,
With Thine almighty hand?

Great God of Abraham! hear our prayer
Let Abraham’s seed Thy mercy share;
O may they now at length return,
And look on Him they pierced, and mourn.

Remember Jacob’s flock of old;
Bring home the wanderers to Thy fold;
Remember too Thy promised word,
“Israel at last shall seek the Lord.”

Though outcasts still, estranged from Thee,
Cut off from their own olive tree;
Why should they longer such remain?
For Thou canst graft them in again.

Lord, put Thy law within their hearts,
And write it in their inward parts;
The veil of darkness rend in two,
Which hides Messiah from their view.

Oh! haste the day, foretold so long,
When Jew and Greek, a glorious throng,
One house shall seek, one prayer shall pour,
And one Redeemer shall adore!

O God, Thou art our King of old,
Salvation Thou hast wrought;
In safety through the mighty sea
Our fathers Thou hast brought.

With mighty arm Thou didst destroy
The pride of boastful man,
And for Thy people made a path
Where mighty waters ran.

The day is Thine, and Thine the night,
And Thine the shining sun;
At Thy command earth’s bounds are set
And changing seasons run.

Mark how Thine enemies, O Lord,
Against Thee proudly speak;
Preserve Thy saints from wicked men,
Be mindful of the meek.

Fulfill, O Lord, Thy covenant,
Our strong Protector be,
For in the earth are dark abodes
Of crime and cruelty.

Let not Thy saints be put to shame;
No longer in Thy sight
Permit Thy foes to vaunt themselves;
Lord, vindicate the right.

O ye waves of free salvation,
Onward sweep from day to day,
Till all trace of desolation
From our earth is washed away.

Refrain

O ye waves, roll on, roll on!
With a mighty sweep, roll on!
Till the lost are gathered in,
Saved forevermore from sin.

O ye waves of free salvation,
Wondrous joy to mortals bring,
Giving souls a glad translation
To the palace of the King.

Refrain

O ye waves of free salvation,
Still enrich this world of ours,
Till each high and lowly station
Shall be bright with sweetest flow’rs.

Refrain

O ye waves of free salvation,
Tarry not for wind nor tide;
May each heart, in acceptation,
To your gladness open wide.

Refrain

The summer days are come again,
With sun and clouds between,
And, fed alike by sun and rain,
The trees grow broad and green;
Spreads broad and green the leafy tent,
Upon whose grassy floor
Our feet, too long in cities pent,
Their freedom find once more.

The summer days are come again;
Once more the glad earth yields
Her golden wealth of ripening grain,
And breadth of clover fields,
And deepening shade of summer woods,
And glow of summer air,
And winging thoughts, and happy moods
Of love and joy and prayer.

The summer days are come again;
The birds are on the wing;
God’s praises, in their loving strain,
Unconsciously they sing.
We know Who giveth all the good
That doth our cup o’erbrim;
For summer joy in field and wood
We lift our song to Him.