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1 O God of Zion! from thy throne, Look with an eye of pity down; Thy church now humbly makes her prayer-- Thy church, the object of thy care. 2 We are a building thou hast rais'd, How kind thy hand, that hand be prais'd: Yet all to utter ruin falls, If thou forsake our tott'ring walls. 3 We call to mind the happier days Of life and love, of prayer and praise,-- When holy services gave birth To joys resembling heaven on earth. 4 but now the ways of Zion mourn, Her gates neglected and forlorn: Our life and liveliness are fled, And many number'd with the dead. 5 We need defence from all our foes, We need relief from all our woes; If earth and hell should yet assail,-- Let neither earth nor hell prevail. 6 Near to each other and to thee, Lord, bring us all in unity; Oh pour thy Spirit from on high, And all our num'rous wants supply. 7 Oh show that in our low estate, No blessing for us is too great; We plead thy Son, we plead thy word, O Founder, Patron, bounteous Lord! | Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #579 (1828) |