Lord, thou hast granted to thy land, The favors we implored (Tate and Brady)

Verse 1

Lord, thou hast granted to thy Land the Favours we implor'd, And faithful Jacob's captive Race most graciously restor'd.

Verse 2

Thy People's sins thou hast absolv'd, and all their Guilt defac'd: Thou hast not let thy Wrath flame on, nor thy fierce Anger last.

Verse 3

O God our Saviour, all our Hearts to thy Obedience turn; That, kindled by our former Sins, thy Wrath no more may burn.

Verse 4

For why should'st thou be angry still, and Wrath so long retain? Revive us, Lord, and let thy Saints thy wonted Comfort gain.

Verse 5

Thy gracious Favour Lord, display, which we have long implor'd; And for thy wond'rous Mercy's sake, thy wonted Aid afford.

Verse 6

God's Answer patiently I'll wait; for he, with glad Success, (If they no more to Folly turn) his mourning Saints will bless.

Verse 7

To all that fear his holy Name, his sure Salvation's near; And in its former happy State our Nation shall appear.

Verse 8

For Mercy now with Truth is join'd; and Righteousness with Peace, Like kind companions absent long, with friendly Arms embrace.

Verse 9

Truth from the Earth shall spring whilst Heav'n shall Streams of Justice pour; And God, from whom all Goodness flows, shall endless Plenty show'r.

Verse 10

Before Him Righteousness shall march, and his just Paths prepare; Whilst w his holy Steps pursue with constant Zeal and Care.