Oh, how is Zion's glory gone!
And vengeance, like a flood,
Hath quench'd her power, and not a stone
Marks where her temple stood.

How are thy streets, Jerusalem,
By careless strangers trod!
And crush'd thy once bright diadem,
Before the wrath of Ail!

Yahweh, look down with pitying eye
Upon Thy ancient race;
And bring Thy promised mercy nigh
And show Thy saving grace.

Oh, bring Thy scatter'd sheep again,
And feed them as of old;
Let Christ o'er all His people reign,
One Shepherd and one fold.

RETURN TO MAIN HYMN PAGE