1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice;
Behold the promis'd hour;
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his pow'r.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sov'reign on his throne,
With pity in his eyesL
He hears the dying pris'ners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death;
And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record,
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust and praise the Lord.
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First Line: | Let Zion and her sons rejoice |
Title: | Prayer heard, and Zion restored |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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