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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.
Her pastors love to live at ease;
They covet wealth and honour;
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.
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 name they still retain,
Absurdly and false-hearted;
And while they in the church remain,
Her glory is departed.
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.
Some few, like good Elijah stand,
While thousands have revolted,
In earnest for the heavenly 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.
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THE CHURCH'S DESOLATION
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