O God of Zion, from thy throne

Verse 1

O God of Zion! from thy throne, Look with an eye of pity down; Thy church now humbly makes her prayer-- Thy church, the object of thy care.

Verse 2

We are a building thou hast rais'd, How kind thy hand, that hand be prais'd: Yet all to utter ruin falls, If thou forsake our tott'ring walls.

Verse 3

We call to mind the happier days Of life and love, of prayer and praise,-- When holy services gave birth To joys resembling heaven on earth.

Verse 4

But now the ways of Zion mourn, Her gates neglected and forlorn: Our life and liveliness are fled, And many number'd with the dead.

Verse 5

We need defence from all our foes, We need relief from all our woes; If earth and hell should yet assail,-- Let neither earth nor hell prevail.

Verse 6

Near to each other and to thee, Lord, bring us all in unity; Oh pour thy Spirit from on high, And all our num'rous wants supply.

Verse 7

Oh show that in our low estate, No blessing for us is too great; We plead thy Son, we plead thy word, O Founder, Patron, bounteous Lord!