Zion, by Her God Forsaken

Zion

by her God for­sak­en

Sits a mourn­er on the ground;

By the foe her walls are tak­en

Desolation reigns around;

Can no suc­cor

No de­liv­er­ance be found?

Where is now that pomp and splen­dor

Which ar­rayed her re­gal head?

Where is ev­ery brave de­fend­er

Who once filled her foes with dread?

Where the glo­ry

Which the Lord around her spread?

Is there none to shield from dan­gers

Judah’s long ne­glect­ed race?

None to check the feet of strang­ers

Which de­file her ho­ly place?

None to pi­ty

And wipe off her deep dis­grace?

Yes

the Lord will re­as­sem­ble

Zion’s sons

though far dis­persed;

Then shall her op­press­ors trem­ble

When her sen­tence is rev­ersed;

God will make her

Glorious as she was at first.

Look on Zi­on

Lord

and save her

Now from each de­vour­ing sword;

Now to Thy ac­cus­tom­ed fa­vor

Let her child­ren be re­stored

And ob­ey Thee

As their kind and right­ful Lord.