O that the Lord’s salvation Were out of Zion come,
O that the Lord’s salvation Were out of Zion come, To heal His ancient nation, To lead His outcasts home!
How long the holy city Shall heathen feet profane? Return, O Lord, in pity; Rebuild her walls again.
Let fall Thy rod of terror; Thy saving grace impart; Roll back the veil of error; Release the fettered heart.
Let Israel, home returning, Their lost Messiah see; Give oil of joy for mourning, And bind Thy church to Thee.
~ Henry Francis Lyte
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