Henry Francis Lyte

(1 June 1793 - 20 November 1847 / Scotland)

O That The Lord's Salvation - Poem by Henry Francis Lyte

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.

Comments about O That The Lord's Salvation by Henry Francis Lyte

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: city, home, joy, lost, heart

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

[Hata Bildir]