O Zi­on, when thy Sav­ior came
In grace and love to thee,
No beau­ty in thy roy­al Lord
Thy faith­less eye could see.

Yet, on­ward in His path of grace,
The ho­ly Suf­fer­er went,
To feel, at last, that love on thee
Had all in vain been spent.

Yet not in vain; o’er Is­rael’s land
The glo­ry yet will shine;
And He, thy once re­ject­ed king,
Messiah, shall be thine.

When thou, be­neath the peace­ful reign
Of Je­sus and His bride,
Shalt sound His grace and glo­ry forth
To all the earth be­side.

The na­tions to thy glo­ri­ous light,
O Zi­on! yet shall throng;
And all the list­en­ing is­lands wait
To catch the joy­ful song.

The name of Je­sus yet shall ring
Through earth and Heav’en above,
And all His ran­somed people know
The sab­bath of His love.