For the Dry Bones of the House of Israel

Verse 1

Messiah, full of grace, Redeem'd by thee, we plead The promise, made to Abrah'm's race, To souls for ages dead.

Verse 2

Their bones, as quite dri'd up, Throughout the vale appear; Cut off and lost their last faint hope To see thy kingdom here.

Verse 3

Open their graves, and bring The outcasts forth, to own Thou art their Lord, their God, and King, Their true anointed one.

Verse 4

To save the race forlorn, Thy glorious arm display: And shew the world a nation born, A nation in a day!