582. Indulgent Sovereign of the skies

1 Indulgent Sovereign of the skies,
And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear
While feeble mortals raise their cries,
Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear?

2 How shall thy servants give thee rest,
Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise?
Till thine own power shall stand confess'd,
And make Jerusalem a praise?

3 Look down, O God, with pitying eye,
And view the desolation round;
See what wide realms in darkness lie,
And hurl their idols to the ground.

4 Lord, let the gospel-trumpet blow,
And call the nations from afar,
Let all the isles their Saviour know,
And earth's remotest ends draw near.

5 Let Babylon's proud altars shake,
And light invade her darkest gloom;
The yoke of iron bondage break
The yoke of Satan and of Rome.

6 On all our souls let grace descend,
Like heavenly dew in copious showers,
That we may call our God our friend,
That we may hail salvation ours.

7 Then shall each age and rank agree.
United shouts of joy to raise:
And Zion made a praise by thee,
To thee shall render back the praise.

Text Information
First Line: Indulgent Sovereign of the skies
Publication Date: 1832
Meter: L. M.
Scripture: Isaiah 62:6
Topic: God entreated for Zion; Kingdom and Church of Christ: State of Decline
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