|Oh, how is Zion's glory gone!|
And vengeance, like a flood,
Hath quenched her power, and not a stone
Marks where her temple stood.
How are thy streets, Jerusalem,
By careless strangers trod!
And crushed thy once bright diadem,
Before the wrath of God!
Oh Lord, look down with pitying eye
Upon Thy ancient race;
And bring Thy promised mercy nigh
And show Thy saving grace.
Oh, bring Thy scattered sheep again,
And feed them as of old;
Let Christ over all His people reign,
One Shepherd and one fold.