And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o'er the grave
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Shall come to thee, O Israel.