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| 1 |
Well may Thy servants mourn, my God, The Church's desolation; The state of Zion calls aloud For grief and lamentation. Once she was all alive to Thee, And thousands were converted; But now a sad reverse we see, Her glory is departed. |
Well may thy servants mourn, my God,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
Her pastors love to live at ease, They covet wealth and honor; And while they seek such things as these, They bring reproach upon her. Such worthless objects they pursue Warmly and undiverted; The church they lead and ruin, too-- Her glory is departed. |
Well may thy servants mourn, my God,, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
Her private members walk no more As Jesus Christ has taught them; Riches and fashion they adore, With these the world has bought them. The Christian's name they still retain Absurdly and false-hearted; And while they in the church remain, Her glory is departed. |
Well may thy servants mourn, my God,, Stanza 3 |
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| 4 |
And has religion left the Church Without a trace behind her? Where shall I go, where shall I search, That I once more may find her? Adieu, ye proud, ye light and gay, I'll seek the broken-hearted, Who weep when they of Zion say, Her glory is departed. |
Well may thy servants mourn, my God,, Stanza 4 |
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| 5 |
Some few, like good Elijah, stand, While thousands have revolted, In earnest for the heav'nly land; They never yet have halted. With such religion doth remain, For they are not perverted; O may they all through them regain The glory that's departed. |
Well may thy servants mourn, my God,, Stanza 5 |