By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M. Isaiah lxvi. 18.
      1 FATHER of boundless grace,
      Thou hast in part fulfilled
      Thy promise made to Adam's race,
      In God incarnate sealed.
      A few from every land
      At first to Salem came,
      And saw the wonders of thy hand,
      And saw the tongues of flame.

      2 Yet still we wait the end,
      The coming of our Lord;
      The full accomplishment attend
      Of thy prophetic word.
      Thy promise deeper lies
      In unexhausted grace,
      And new-discovered worlds arise
      To sing their Saviour's praise.

      3 Beloved for Jesu's sake,
      By him redeemed of old,
      All nations must come in, and make
      One undivided fold:
      While gathered in by thee,
      And perfected in one,
      They all at once thy glory see
      In thine eternal Son.