1 Tho' mothers kind, forgetful prove,
Of sucklings noursh'd at the breast,
Or yearning bowels cease to move
To infants when with pain oppress'd?
2 Yet I will ne'er forget my bride,
Says Jesus, God of love and truth,
Taken, when sleeping from my side,
Then, born to bear, eternal youth.
3 I'll not forget my word, my oath,
I'll not forget my wounds, my blood;
My friendship makes but one of both,
And I am still thy Saviour God.
4 Wrote on my hands thy much lov'd name,
My Zion, glorious is thy state!
I see thee always without blame,
And his own body none can hate.
5 Thy walls before me alwasy are;
Bounds to thy dwelling I have set;
My Zion's my peculiar care,
My Zion I will ne'er forget.
6 O happy Zion see and prove,
How groundless all thy sorrows are;
Live in thy husband's nature, love,
And that shall cast out all thy fear.
Source: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs: selected and original, designed for the use of the Church Universal in public and private devotion #LXII