O Lord, Thine Ancient Churches Spare

1 O Lord! Thine ancient churches spare,
Which still Thy name, though fallen, bear;
Where once Thy bold apostles stood,
And sealed Thy truth with martyr’s blood.

2 Where now the Turk his power extends,
And vainly to his prophet bends,
There let again Thy Gospel shine,
With beams all bright, and power divine.

3 Where Jesus rose and left the grave,
There let the cross its banner wave;
While Syria sees her churches rise,
And hymns to Christ ascend the skies.

4 Let Nubia’s desert hear once more
The Savior’s voice, His love implore;
Egypt Thy sacred Word unroll,
And find that grace which saves the soul.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8353

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