Once fertile fields, for long disgraced,
Abandoned, weed-bound, thorny waste;
A kingdom once bloomed in this place--
Peculiar people, chosen race--
Long lost and gone without a trace?
Way back this judgement was decreed--
Though chosen special land indeed
Should Israel not give God heed
He'd scatter them like wind-blown seed
To far-off lands on crumbs to feed.
For years with aching hearts forlorn
While wandering would Jacob mourn
The land where patriarchs were born
(A memory the Gentiles scorn)--
Next year, perhaps, he might return!!
God brings them back for His name's sake--
His covenant He cannot break,
Will not His chosen ones forsake;
Though men will fail, the Word He spake
Will come to pass--Oh land awake!!