|Thou, Oh Jehovah, shalt endure,|
From change and all mutation free,
And to all generations sure
Shall Thy remembrance ever be.
Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet,
Thou to Mount Zion shalt extend;
The time to favour her is set;
Her sorrows now shall have an end.
Thy saints take pleasure in her stones,
Her very dust to them is dear;
All heathen lands and kingly thrones
On earth Thy glorious name shall fear.
God in His glory shall appear,
When Zion He builds and repairs;
He shall regard and lend His ear
Unto the needy's humble prayers.
The afflicted's prayer He will not scorn,
All times this shall be on record;
And generations yet unborn
Shall praise and magnify the Lord.