1. Redeemer of Israel, Our only delight, On whom for a blessing we call, Our shadow by day And our pillar by night, Our King, our Deliv’rer, our all!
2. We know He is coming To gather His sheep And lead them to Zion in love, For why in the valley Of death should they weep Or in the lone wilderness rove?
3. Restore, my dear Savior, The light of Thy face; Thy soul-cheering comfort impart; And let the sweet longing For Thy holy place Bring hope to my desolate heart. Bring hope to my desolate heart.
4. He looks! and ten thousands Of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for His word; He speaks! and eternity, Filled with His voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. Bringing hope to my desolate heart. Our King, our Deliv’rer, our all! Our all!