Zion Mourns in Fear and Anguish

Zion mourns in fear and ang­uish

Zion

ci­ty of our God.

Ah

she says

“how sore I lang­uish

Bowed be­neath the chast­en­ing rod!

For my God for­sook me quite

And for­got my sor­ry plight

Mid these trou­bles now dis­tress­ing

Countless woes my soul op­press­ing.

Once

she mourns

He pro­mised plain­ly

That His help should e’er be near;

Yet I now must seek Him vain­ly

In my days of woe and fear.

Will His an­ger nev­er cease?

Will He not re­new His peace?

Will He not show forth com­pass­ion

And again for­give trans­gress­ion?

Zion

sure­ly I do love thee

Thus to her the Sav­ior saith

“Tho’ with ma­ny woes I prove thee

And thy soul is sad to death.

For My troth is pledged to thee;

Zion

thou art dear to Me.

Deep with­in My heart I’ve set thee

That I nev­er can for­get thee.

“Let not Sa­tan make thee cra­ven;

He can threat­en but not harm.

On My hands thy name is grav­en

And thy shield is My strong arm.

How

then

could it ev­er be

I should not re­mem­ber thee

Fail to build thy walls

My ci­ty

And look down on thee with pi­ty?

Ever shall Mine eyes be­hold thee;

On My bo­som thou art laid.

Ever shall My love en­fold thee;

Never shalt thou lack Mine aid.

Neither Sa­tan

war

nor stress

Then shall mar thy hap­pi­ness:

With this bless­èd con­so­la­tion

Be thou firm in tri­bu­la­tion.