Sion’s Daughter, Weep No More

Sion’s daugh­ter

weep no more

Though thy trou­bled heart be sore;

He of whom the psalm­ist sung

He who woke the pro­phet’s tongue

Christ

the me­di­at­or blest

Brings thee ever­last­ing rest.

In a gar­den man be­came

Heir of sin

and death

and shame;

Jesus in a gar­den wins

Life

and par­don for our sins;

Through His hour of ago­ny

Praying in Geth­se­ma­ne.

There for us He in­ter­cedes;

There with God the Fa­ther pleads;

Willing there for us to drain

To the dregs the cup of pain

That in ev­er­last­ing day

He may wipe our tears away.

Therefore to His name be giv’n

Glory both in earth and Heav’n;

To the Fa­ther

and the Son

And the Spir­it

Three in One

Honor

praise and glo­ry be

Now and through eter­ni­ty.