1 O Tyre, crowned empress of the sea,
Proud merchant for the isles,
How at thy fall the princes flee,
And kings divide thy spoils.
The empires of man pass away,
The city of God shall endure,
No foe can her glory delay,
The promise of God standeth sure.
2 Thy temple pillars strew the wave,
Thy songs are heard no more.
No sound now breaks thy stillness save
The surges on thy shore. [Refrain]
3 Because against Jehovah’s land
Was heard thy impious boast,
In righteous wrath His mighty hand
Hath swept thee from thy coast. [Refrain]
4 O Tyre, along thy lonely shore,
The nations walk and wail;
To Zion—Mount of God—I soar,
Whose word can never fail. [Refrain]
5 In heavenly garniture appears
The city of His love;
Its golden harpings thrill my ears—
Jerusalem above! [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11082