Heal Our Land

Author: Gracie Wood

O LORD, heal our land

Let mercy flow from Your outstretched hand

Let peace descend at Your command

We wait for the glory of the Son of Man 

We shall seek Your face

That Your presence may be found in this place

We shall not harden our hearts when we hear Your voice

But at the Father’s correction we shall rejoice

What is our people, O LORD, our King

that You would find pleasure in our offering

We do not have anything worthy to bring

But Your delight is in Truth in the inward being

Your Spirit is reaching out

To release Your people from every doubt

To give victory over every lie

You remove the scales from our eyes

LORD, we say, “come” 

The Spirit and the Bride say, “come”

Let the one who hears say, “come”

And to the one who is thirsty, You said, “come”