1 Lord, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind, Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom: So God forgave when Israel sinn'd, And brought his wandering captives home.
2 Thou hast begun to set us free, And made thy fiercest wrath abate; Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee, And thy salvation be complete.
3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, And let thy saints in thee rejoice; Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word, We wait for praise to tune our voice.
4 We wait to hear what God will say; He'll speak, and give his people peace; But let them run no more astray, Lest his returning wrath increase.