Through Israel’s land the Lord of all,
A homeless wanderer passed,
Then closed His life of sorrow here,
On Calvary at last.
O Zion! when thy Saviour came
In grace and love to thee,
No beauty in thy royal Lord
Thy faithless eye could see.
Yet onward in His path of grace
The holy Sufferer went,
To feel at last that love on thee
Had all in vain been spent.
Yet not in vain—o’er Israel’s land
The glory yet will shine;
And He, thy once rejected
King, Messiah shall be thine.
His chosen Bride, ordained with Him
To reign o’er all the earth,
Shall first be framed, ere thou shalt know
Thy Saviour’s matchless worth.
Then thou, beneath the peaceful reign
Of Jesus and His Bride,
Shall sound His grace and glory forth
To all the earth beside.
The nations to thy glorious light,
O Zion, yet shall throng,
And all the listening islands wait
To catch the joyful song.
The name of Jesus yet shall ring
Through earth and heaven above;
And all His ransomed people know
The Sabbath of His love.
ML-12/10/1972