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,… read more