When the Lord Recalls the Banished

When the Lord re­calls the ban­ished

Frees the cap­tives all at last

Every sor­row will have van­ished

Like a dream when night is past;

Then shall all our hearts re­joice

And with glad re­sound­ing voice

We shall praise the Lord who sought us

For the free­dom He hath wrought us.

Lift Thy hand to aid us

Fa­ther

Look on us who wide­ly roam

And Thy scat­tered child­ren ga­ther

In their longed-for

pro­mised home;

Steep and wea­ry is the way

Shorten Thou the sul­try day;

Faithful war­ri­ors hast Thou found us

Let Thy peace for aye sur­round us.

In that peace we reap in glad­ness

What was sown in tear­ful show­ers:

There the fruit of all our sad­ness

Ripens—there the palm is ours;

There our God up­on His throne

Is our full re­ward alone;

They who all for God sur­ren­der

Bring their sheaves in heav’n­ly splen­dor.