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.