Zion's daughter, weep no more

Verse 1

Sion’s daughter, weep no more, Though thy troubled heart be sore; He of whom the psalmist sung, He who woke the prophet’s tongue, Christ, the mediator blest, Brings thee everlasting rest.

Verse 2

In a garden man became Heir of sin, and death, and shame; Jesus in a garden wins Life, and pardon for our sins; Through His hour of agony Praying in Gethsemane.

Verse 3

There for us He intercedes; There with God the Father pleads; Willing there for us to drain To the dregs the cup of pain, That in everlasting day He may wipe our tears away.

Verse 4

Therefore to His name be giv’n, Glory both in earth and Heav’n; To the Father, and the Son, And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, praise and glory be Now and through eternity.