Lament of the Daughters of Zion

AWAY from our land,

Away from our home,

A sad captive band,

’Mong strangers we roam.

Away from our hills,

We are sundered apart,

And the clear crystal rills

Enshrined in our heart.

And Lebanon’s palm trees

’Neath the purple domed skies,

And the sweet scented breeze

That wafted our sighs!

Away from the dew

On the hill terraced lines,

Where the pale olive grew

And the purple clad vines.

For past is that grandeur,

The glory and fame;

And faded the splendour

Of Judah’s great name.

Dark was the hour,

And fierce was the blow,

That shattered our power

In a whirlwind of woe.

The days that are born

In sorrow, we pine;

In sadness we mourn,

For Salem’s fair shrine.

But the Lord will again

Gather us round;

And Judah will reign

With vict’ry crowned.

On the wings of the breeze,

O’er mountain and mead,

Far o’er the seas

The tidings will speed.

And from the ends of the world

The lowly and proud,

With their banners unfurled,

The nations will crowd.

In Glory revealed

This song they’ll raise;

The Lord is our shield,

The Lord is our Praise.