| Text: | O That the Lord's Salvation |
| Author: | Henry F. Lyte |
1 O that the Lord's salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,
To lead His outcasts home.
2 How long the holy city
Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity;
Rebuild her walls again.
3 Let fall Thy rod of terror,
Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error,
Release the fettered heart.
4 Let Israel, home returning,
Her lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind Thy Church to Thee.
Amen.
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| First Line: | O that the Lord's salvation |
| Title: | O That the Lord's Salvation |
| Author: | Henry F. Lyte |
| Publication Date: | 1937 |