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