1. Redeemer of Israel,
Our only delight,
On whom for a blessing we call,
Our shadow by day
And our pillar by night,
Our King, our Deliv’rer, our all!
2. We know He is coming
To gather His sheep
And lead them to Zion in love,
For why in the valley
Of death should they weep
Or in the lone wilderness rove?
3. Restore, my dear Savior,
The light of Thy face;
Thy soul-cheering comfort impart;
And let the sweet longing
For Thy holy place
Bring hope to my desolate heart.
Bring hope to my desolate heart.
4. He looks! and ten thousands
Of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for His word;
He speaks! and eternity,
Filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
Bringing hope to my desolate heart.
Our King, our Deliv’rer, our all!
Our all!
Words: William W. Phelps; adapted from Joseph Swain
Music: Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, Wyeth, 1813; Freeman Lewis
Arranged by Stephen Nelson
Artists: Kenadi Dodds; Alora Davis; Stephen Nelson (piano); Mia Bateman (violin); Karina Miner (cello)