13 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.
14 Her dust and ruins that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
15 The Lord will raise Jerusalem
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
16 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;
He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
17 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."
18 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.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.CII.II