Blessèd Savior, Quickly Come

Blessèd Sav­ior

quick­ly come

Gather Thine own Is­ra­el home;

Brought in grace to their own land

Planted—by Thy migh­ty hand

Then by Is­ra­el will be seen

What to them their God hath been;

Naught His pro­mise can re­move

Naught can change His faith­ful love.

Countless years may roll away

Yet His word can ne’er de­cay;

Every pro­mise He has giv’n

Stands more sure than earth or Heav’n;

He His love on Abr’am set

He His word can ne’er for­get

Soon shall Abr’am’s race

re­stored

Prove how faith­ful is the Lord.

Then by foes no more op­pressed

Israel shall for­ev­er rest;

Then all war and strife shall cease

Nations know the joy of peace;

Israel’s sway shall Gen­tiles own

While the Lord on Zi­on’s throne

O’er His people

blessed again

Shall Him­self for­eve­r reign.