Scattered on the isles of the sea 
Hated of all nations and all men 
Nursed by Gentiles as a mother hen 
A mighty Gentile nation ye shall see

God, the Lord, makes bare His holy arm 
His gospel preached unto that broken branch
Gathered from captivity and given chance 
To hear the Word, the warning and alarm

Churches that are built up up to get gain 
And all those who are built up to get power 
Who seek the lusts of flesh this very hour 
Shall fall and be consumed as stubble, slain

All nations, kindreds, tongues and people shall
Dwell safely with the Holy the of Israel 
If it be that they will yet repent 
And find their place with God, for which they’re meant