1.

Is this a Dream? amaz'd we cried,
When, led by their celestial Guide,
Fair Sion 's captive Tribes again
Beheld her late deserted plain:
Then forth to laughter burst each tongue,
And songs of loudest triumph sung.

2.

The Nations round, with secret awe,
The mighty work admiring saw;
And, " Great (they cried,) the Gift bestow'd
" On These, the favour'd of their God! "
" O, great the Gift! " Our hearts rejoin,
And joyful bless the hand divine.

3.

Let those, whose exile still we mourn,
Beneath thy conduct, Lord, return,
Fast as the copious torrents glide,
When, to its vacant bed their tide
Restoring, o'er the wastes they run,
That burn beneath the southern Sun.

4.

Let scenes of Hope our thought employ;
Who sow in tears, shall reap in joy:
The weeping Hind, whose dubious hand
Now strews with grain the furrow'd land,
Shall homeward soon exulting bear
The Blessings of the loaded year.