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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 |
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 brokenhearted, Who weep when they of Zion say, Her glory is departed. |
Well may thy servants mourn, my God,, Stanza 4 |
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| 3 |
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; Oh may they all through men regain The glory that's departed. |
Well may thy servants mourn, my God,, Stanza 5 |