Oh, sad one of Zion, thou desolate-hearted,
Thy tears of repentance have pleaded at last;
Thou who hast mourned o’er thy glory departed,
Rejoice, for the hour of thy thraldom is past.
Thou hast sinned, thou hast suffered, thy mourning
is o’er,
The glorious hour of freedom’s at hand;
And the songs of thy triumph shall echo once more
O’er the wastes of thy stricken and desolate land.
Long, long didst thou writhe, while the crescent and
cross
Usurped the pure splendour of Judah’s proud star;
Alone, like a heaven-blighted tree, didst thou toss
Thy dead, leafless branches for help from afar.
But rise now, thou sad and thou desolate-hearted,
Thy tears of repentance have pleaded at last;
Oh, thou who hast mourned o’er thy splendour
departed,
Rejoice that the hour of thy thraldom is past.
