O How Is Zion’s Glory Gone!

O how is Zion’s glo­ry gone!

And ven­geance

like a flood

Hath quenched her pow­er

and not a stone

Marks where her tem­ple stood.

How are thy streets

Je­ru­sa­lem

By care­less strang­ers trod!

And crushed thy once proud dia­dem

Before the wrath of God!

How are thy friend­less ex­iles sent

Through dist­ant lands to roam!

Yet in each place of ban­ish­ment

They can­not find a home.

O Lord

look down with pi­ty­ing eye

Upon Thine an­cient race;

And bring Thy pro­mised mer­cy nigh

And show Thy sav­ing grace.

Remove the veil that long hath hid

The Sav­ior from their sight;

Conquer their pre­judice

and bid

Their dark­ness turn to light.

O bring Thy scat­tered sheep again

And feed them as of old;

Let Christ o’er all His peo­ple reign

One Shep­herd

and one fold.