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.