Scripture Verse

Ye that make mention of the Lord, keep not silence, and give Him no rest, till He establish, and till He make Jerusalem a praise in the earth. Isaiah 62:6–7

Introduction

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Philip Doddridge
1702–1751

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755), num­ber 120: God en­treat­ed for Zi­on. For a fast day, or a day of pray­er for the re­viv­al of re­li­gion.

Music: Park Street Fred­er­ick M. A. Ve­nua, cir­ca 1810 (re­peats last line of each verse) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Ve­nua (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Indulgent so­ve­reign of the skies,
And wilt Thou bow Thy gra­cious ear?
While fee­ble mor­tals raise their cries,
Wilt Thou, the great Je­ho­vah, hear?

How shall Thy ser­vants give Thee rest,
Till Zi­on’s mol­der­ing walls Thou raise?
Till Thine own pow­er shall stand con­fessed
And make Je­ru­salem a praise?

For this, a low­ly sup­pli­ant crowd
Here in Thy sac­red tem­ple wait:
For this, we lift our voic­es loud,
And call, and knock at mer­cy’s gate.

Look down, O God, with pi­ty­ing eye,
And view the de­so­la­tion round;
See what wide realms in dark­ness lie,
And hurl their id­ols to the ground.

Loud let the Gos­pel trumpet blow,
And call the na­tions from afar;
Let all the isles their Sav­ior know,
And earth’s re­mot­est ends draw near.

Let Ba­by­lon’s proud al­tars shake,
And light in­vade her dark­est gloom;
The yoke of ir­on bond­age break,
The yoke of Sa­tan, and of Rome.

With gen­tle beams on Bri­tain shine,
And bless her princ­es and their priests;
And by Thine en­er­gy di­vine
Let sac­red love o’erf­low their breasts.

Triumphant here let Je­sus reign,
And on His vine­yard sweet­ly smile;
While all the vir­tues of His train
Adorn our church, adorn our life.

On all our souls let grace des­cend,
Like heav’n­ly dew in co­pi­ous show­ers,
That we may call our God our friend,
That we may hail sal­va­tion ours.

Then shall each age and rank agree
United shouts of joy to raise;
And Zi­on, made a praise by Thee,
To Thee shall ren­der back the praise.