Zion Mourns in Fear and Anguish

Zion mourns in fear and anguish, Zion, city of our God. Ah, she says, how sore I languish, Bowed beneath the chastening rod! For my God forsook me quite And forgot my sorry plight Mid these troubles now distressing, Countless woes my soul oppressing. 2. Once, she mourns, He promised plainly That His help should e'er be near; Yet I now must seek Him vainly In my days of woe and fear. Will His anger never cease? Will He not renew His peace? Will He not show forth compassion And again forgive transgression?

3. Zion, surely I do love thee, Thus to her the Savior saith, Though with many woes I prove thee And thy soul is sad to death. For My troth is pledged to thee; Zion, thou art dear to Me. Deep within My heart I've set thee, That I never can forget thee. 5. Let not Satan make thee craven; He can threaten, but not harm. On My hands thy name is graven, And thy shield is My strong arm. How, then, could it ever be I should not remember thee, Fail to build thy wall, My city, And look down on thee with pity?

6. Ever shall Mine eyes behold thee; On My bosom thou art laid. Ever shall My love enfold thee; Never shalt thou lack Mine aid. Neither Satan, war, nor stress Then shall mar thy happiness: With this blessed consolation Be thou firm in tribulation.