Indulgent Sovereign of the Skies

Indulgent sov­er­eign of the skies

And wilt Thou bow Thy gra­cious ear?

While fee­ble mor­tals raise their cries

Wilt Thou

the great Je­ho­vah

hear?

How shall Thy serv­ants give Thee rest

Till Zi­on’s mol­der­ing walls Thou raise?

Till Thine own pow­er shall stand con­fessed

And make Je­ru­salem a praise?

For this

a low­ly sup­pli­ant crowd

Here in Thy sac­red tem­ple wait:

For this

we lift our voic­es loud

And call

and knock at mer­cy’s gate.

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.

Loud let the Gos­pel trum­pet blow

And call the na­tions from afar;

Let all the isles their Sav­ior know

And earth’s re­mot­est ends draw near.

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.

With gen­tle beams on Bri­tain shine

And bless her princ­es and their priests;

And by Thine en­er­gy di­vine

Let sac­red love o’erf­low their breasts.

Triumphant here let Je­sus reign

And on His vine­yard sweet­ly smile;

While all the vir­tues of His train

Adorn our church

adorn our life.

On all our souls let grace des­cend

Like heav’n­ly dew in co­pi­ous show­ers

That we may call our God our friend

That we may hail sal­va­tion ours.

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.