Indulgent Sovereign of the skies

Verse 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?

Verse 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?

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.