Hymn H119

O! mourn ye for Zion,
her beauty is faded,
Her joy is departed,
her glory is fled;
The light and the hope of her
prospects is shaded;
She wanders in darkness,
her comforts are dead.

Oh! pray ye for Zion:
though sad and forsaken,
Though scorned and derided,
despised and forlorn;
The truth of Jehovah, our
God, is unshaken,
Her night shall but usher
a glorious morn.

Oh! labor for Zion,
though now in her blindness,
She knows not Her Saviour,
Messiah, and Lord;
Yet, guided by mercy,
the lifetones of kindness
Shall win her dull ear
to the voice of His word.

Oh! watch ye for Zion;
the dayspring is breaking,
Her night has been gloomy,
but shortly will end;
Her longpromised Shepherd,
His lost sheep is seeking,
The heart of the obdurate
nation will bend.

Oh! hope ye for Zion;
salvation is near,
And brighter than morn's roseate
glow shall be seen;
The great Sun of Righteousness
soon shall appear;
The beam of His glory
shall gladden the scene.

Rejoice ye for Zion!
Jehovah has spoken;
Jerusalem's outcasts
shall yet be restored;
The bonds of the fetterbound
slave shall be broken,
And Judah set free
at the word of the Lord.