O Thou Great Shepherd of Thy Chosen Race

O Thou great shep­herd of Thy chos­en race

Who lead­est like a flock Thine Is­ra­el dear

From out the cher­ub­im re­veal Thy face

Before our host now let Thy might ap­pear.

Come Thou

O God

to save us and re­store;

We shall be saved

When shines Thy face once more.

How long

O Lord

wilt Thou dis­dain our pray­er?

For Thou hast fed us with the bread of tears

And bit­ter sor­row Thou hast made us share;

The na­tions round us mock with scorn­ful jeers.

O God of hosts

Thy people now re­store;

We shall be saved

When shines Thy face once more.

A vine Thou brought­est forth from Egypt’s land;

The na­tions were thrust out to give it room;

It took deep root

it spread on ev­ery hand

The hills were co­vered with its shade and bloom;

Its boughs were like great ce­dars spread­ing wide;

They reached the sea

its roots the riv­er­side.

Why hast Thou brok­en down its circ­ling wall

That they may pluck who pass along the way?

Wild beasts from out the wood de­stroy it all

And feed up­on Thy vine by night and day.

O God of hosts

we pray Thee now re­store;

We shall be saved

When shines Thy face once more.

Look down

be­hold and vis­it this Thy vine

Which Thou hast plant­ed

With Thine own right hand

The branch Thou hast made

Strong and owned as Thine

For it is burned with fire

no more to stand;

Thy people per­ish in Thine an­ger sore

Because Thy face

Now shines on them no more.

O let Thy hand Thy chos­en one sus­tain

The son of man Thou mad­est strong to be;

So we shall faith­ful to Thy cause re­main;

Revive Thou us

and we will call on Thee.

Jehovah

God of hosts

again re­store:

We shall be saved

When shines Thy face once more.