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APTIVE of sorrow on a foreign shore,

A handmaid as 'neath Egypt's slavery:

Through the dark day of her bereavement sore

She looketh unto Thee.

Restore her sons, O Mighty One of old!

Her remnant tenth shall cause man's strife to cease.

O speed the message; swiftly be she told

Good tidings, which Elijah shall unfold:

Daughter of Zion, sing aloud! behold

Thy Prince of Peace!

Wherefore wilt Thou forget us, Lord, for aye?

Mercy we crave!

O Lord, we hope in Thee alway,

Our King will save!