O Lord, thou hast been favourable to thy beloved land: Jacob's captivity thou hast recall'd with mighty hand.
Let Isr'el's help from Sion come: when back the Lord shall bring His captives, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall sing.
For ever will the Lord cast off, and gracious be no more?
Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may.