Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#341

341. O Zion, when I think of thee

1 O Zion, when I think of thee,
I wish for pinions like a dove,
And mourn to think that I should be
So distant from the place I love.

2 An exile here, and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh;
Thither the ransom'd nations come,
And see the Saviour eye to eye.

3 While here I walk on hostile ground,
The few that I can call my friends,
Are like myself, with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.

4 But yet we shall behold the day
When Zion's children shall return,
Our sorrows then shall flee away,
And we shall never, never mourn.

5 The hope that such a day will come
Makes ev'n the exile's portion sweet;
Though now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet.

Text Information

• First Line: O Zion, when I think of thee
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Christians: their life and experience; Fruits of the Spirit: Hope; Happiness: of hope; Holy Spirit: Fruits of; Hope; Resignation
• Notes: Author from index: Kelly

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