Come back O loving Lord
With goodness in Your hands
Turn all our rebel towns into
Your own crown lands
Forgive O Mighty Judge
Go gaze on Calvary’s cross
Upon our hard and graceless hearts
Your love emboss
Come fill us with fresh hope
Establish all our plans
Come raise us on Your shoulders as
Your blood bought lambs
Rule us O our Great King
With Your rod of grace and iron
[i]Crestfallen standards tread beneath
Your rampant Lion
Come back O loving Lord
With goodness in Your hands
Turn all our rebel towns into
Your own crown lands
© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell
To be sung to the Tune of | ‘Cachamwri,’ meaning, ‘The Servant King’
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PREAMBLE |
“Then the runners went throughout all Israel and Judah with the letters from the king and his leaders, and spoke according to the command of the king: “Children of Israel, return to the Lord God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel; then He will return to the remnant of you who have escaped from the hand of the kings of Assyria. And do not be like your fathers and your brethren, who trespassed against the Lord God of their fathers, so that He gave them up to desolation, as you see. Now do not be stiff-necked, as your fathers were, but yield yourselves to the Lord; and enter His sanctuary, which He has sanctified forever, and serve the Lord your God, that the fierceness of His wrath may turn away from you. (2 Chronicles 30:6-8 NKJV)
EXPLANATION |
I wrote this hymn on New Year’s day 2013. I was impressed again at the firework displays in many of our planet’s cities. Millions of pounds spent by rebel communities in celebrating the coming of God’s gift of another day of His grace and favor for us another year. Rebel cities, full of rebel people, anti-God city states all raised up against the King of heaven. I wonder, if it’s possible in an earthly Metropolis this side of Maranatha I do not know, but I wondered what a city would like if every inch was truly the ‘Crown land of the God of heaven.' This is a prayer for such a time, a blessed time of reaping for our cities.
[i] When this poem was turned into a song, listening to it along with the tune made me halt at this line. What am I talking about? Surely Jesus would lift up the crestfallen depressed standards of His people? Well, I suppose he would, but this is with reference to the crushing of our depression which is caused by the fallen moral standards of our nation as a clear result of our fo
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