1 Zion, dreary and in anguish,
Mid the desert hast thou stray'd?
O, thou weary, cease to languish,
Jesus shalt lift up thy head.
Still lamenting and bemoaning,
Mid thy follies and thy woes,
Soon repenting, and returning,
All thy solitude shall close.
2 Though benighted and forsaken,
Though afflicted and distress'd;
His almighty arm shall waken,
Zion's King shall give thee rest:
Cease thy sadness, unbelieving;
Soon his glory shalt thou see!
Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving,
And the voice of melody.