|Oh! mourn ye for Zion, her beauty is faded,|
Her joy is departed, her glory is fled;
The light and the hope of her prospects is shaded;
She wanders in darkness, her comforts are dead.
Oh! pray ye for Zion: though sad and forsaken,
Though scorned and derided, despised and forlorn;
The truth of Jehovah, our God, is unshaken,
Her night shall but usher a glorious morn.
Oh! labor for Zion, though now in her blindness,
She knows not Her Saviour, Messiah, and Lord;
Yet, guided by mercy, the lifetones of kindness
Shall win her dull ear to the voice of His word.
Oh! watch ye for Zion; the dayspring is breaking,
Her night has been gloomy, but shortly will end;
Her long promised Shepherd, His lost sheep is seeking,
The heart of the obdurate nation will bend.
Oh! hope ye for Zion; salvation is near,
And brighter than morn's roseate glow shall be seen;
The great Sun of Righteousness soon shall appear;
The beam of His glory shall gladden the scene.
Rejoice ye for Zion! Jehovah has spoken;
Jerusalem's outcasts shall yet be restored;
The bonds of the fetterbound slave shall be broken,
And Judah set free at the word of the Lord.