Christian Church, Afflicted

Verse 1

Daughter of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust--
He calls thee from the dead.

Verse 2

Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length--
The Lord’s appointed day.

Verse 3

Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;
Say to the South, Give up thy charge!
And, Keep not back, O North!

Verse 4

They come, they come; thine exiled bands,
Where’er they rest or roam,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

Verse 1

On the mountain’s top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing--
Zion long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive!
God himself shall loose thy bands.

Verse 2

Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful?
By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning;
Zion still is well beloved.

Verse 3

God, thy God, will now restore thee;
He himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumph end;
Great deliverance
Zion’s King will surely send.

Verse 1

Zion, dreary and in anguish,
‘Mid the desert hast thou strayed!
Oh, thou weary, cease to languish;
Jesus shall lift up thy head.
Still lamenting and bemoaning,
‘Mid thy follies and thy woes!
Soon repenting and returning,
All thy solitude shall close.

Verse 2

Though benighted and forsaken,
Though afflicted and distressed;
His almighty arm shall waken;
Zion’s King shall give thee rest:
Cease thy sadness, unbelieving;
Soon his glory shalt thou see!
Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving,
And the voice of melody!