127 Lord, Thine ancient people see

1 Lord, Thine ancient people see, Captive still, in darkness bound; Let Thy gospel set them free, Let them hear its joyful sound. 2 Still the veil is on their heart: Rend it, Lord, at length in twain; Bid their unbelief depart, Bring them to Thy fold again. 3 Let Thy love their blindness heal; God of Israel, hear our prayer; Let Thy grace their pardon seal, Still Thy covenant let them share. 4 Harp of Judah, long unstrung, Sound at length the Savior's praise; Jew and Gentile, old and young, Loud the glad Hosanna raise.