O That the Lord’s Salvation

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.