Hymn 213

THou wilt arise in Mercy yet,
And Grace to Sion send,
Because the time for favour set
Is now come to an end;

For even in the Stones thereof
Thy Servants take delight,
Her very Dust is cause enough
Of favour in thy sight.

And then the Heathen far and near
Shall dread thy glorious Name;
And all the Kings on Earth shall fear
Thy Glory and thy Fame.

When as the Lord shall once repair
Poor Sions broken Wall,
His Glory then shall shine so fair,
It shall appear to all.

He will regard the destitute,
And not despise their Prayer;
He will regard their humble Suit
With tender love and care.

O let the God of Israel then
Be prais'd with one accord;
Henceforth for evermore, Amen,
All Men praise ye the Lord.