1 Lord, thine heart in love hath yearned
on thy lost and fallen land;
Israel's race is homeward turned,
thou hast freed thy captive band.
2 thou hast borne thy people's sin,
covered all their deeds of ill;
all thy wrath is gathered in,
and thy burning anger still.
3 Turn us, stay us, now once more,
God of all our health and peace;
let thy cloud of wrath fleet o'er,
from thine own thy fury cease.
4 Wilt thou ne'er the storm assuage
on the realm of thy desire,
lengthening out from age to age
thy consuming jealous ire?
5 Wilt thou not in mercy turn?
Turn, and be our life again,
that thy people's heart may burn
with the gladness of thy reign.
6 Show us now thy tender love;
thy salvation, Lord, impart;
I the voice divine would prove,
listening in my silent heart:
7 Listening what the Lord will say —
'Peace' to all that own his will:
to his saints that love his way,
'Peace', and 'turn no more to ill'.
8 Ye that fear him, night at hand
now his saving health ye find,
that the glory in our land,
as of old, may dwell enshrined.
9 Mercy now and justice meet,
peace and truth for aye embrace;
truth from earth is springing sweet,
justice looks from her high place.
10 Nor will God his goodness stay,
nor our land her bounteous store:
marking out her Maker's way,
Righteousness shall go before.
Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P85c