That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory over the grave.
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
In ancient times once gave the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.
Before Thee rulers silent fall;
All peoples on Thy mercy call.
Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
And be Thyself our King of Peace.