Hymn H115

Oh, 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 bright diadem,
Before the wrath of God!

O Lord, look down with pitying eye
Upon Thy ancient race;
And bring Thy promised mercy nigh
And show Thy saving grace.

Oh, bring Thy scattered sheep again,
And feed them as of old;
Let Christ over all His people reign,
One Shepherd and one fold.