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Reëstablishment.
Thus saith the Lord of mercies: Lo, I bring again the captive host Of Judah from the heathen coast To build anew the long-ago.
I wash away their many sins, I pardon every evil thought, Although against my law they wrought And pierced my love with keen chagrins.
The many tribes of earth shall fear Because I lift my children up, Because I fill their humble cup So full of comforting and cheer.
Again, yet once again, this land Of sunny mountain, fruitful vale, Refreshed by humid western gale, Yet barren now as desert sand;
This ravined land, devoid of life, Will see the shepherd fold his sheep And number them in holy sleep, Secure from bloody sons of strife.
Again, yet once again, this place, This Zion, stripped of man and brute, These dwellings desolate and mute This temple smitten to its base,
Shall hear the bridegroom and the bride The gladsome noise of dance and game, The psalm of those who praise my name, Because my promises abide.