When Summer’s sweetness blows through my soul,
I long for Israel
When the wind hastens the waves across the waters,
I long for Israel
When shouts raise up to a united roar,
I long for Israel
Come to the alter upon Moriah
Come to the mount so lifted up
Look upon the empty stone
And see the eternal spring of blood
No one is left, the sacrifice was made
Moriah is bare, the alter barren,
But its fruit flows forever
Come to the mountain
Come to the alter
See the trickling of the blood
See it cast a lasting shadow
Know that the Lamb has risen
But His sacrifice remains
In the evening ending to a grateful day,
I long for the Mountain
I long for the Alter
Upon a life’s door closing over an unknown threshold,
I long to see Moriah
I long to see the Blood
To an alter empty, to a cross beheld
To a tomb deserted, the Christ was nailed
Sacrifice apparent, the blood is stained
Come to this mountain, where life is gained
My eyes retain this place, My heart has seen the act
O Israel I wake to thee, O Israel you hold
this mount
How I long to see you again
How I long to gaze on Your Gift
How I long to share this glory
How I long for You
Come to your mountain, O Israel
Come to this blessed place
Receive this gift
you hold, this Blessed Gift
Accept this empty alter on Mount Moriah
Accept the eternal flowing of the blood of Jesus
How I long for you O Israel
How I long for You
Selah