Classic Poem

The Lord will comfort Zion,
When the tear bedims her eye,
And her faintest note of sighing,
Will His ear receive on high.

The Lord will comfort Zion,
And the desert place will sing,
While the rose and lily vieing,
To the breath of morn shall spring:

For Judah will He gather,
From the distant ocean-isle,
And Israel own him Father,
And rejoice beneath His smile.

Jerusalem no longer,
Shall by heathen feet be trod,
For woe to those who wrong her
The chosen Bride of God.

Each hidden type of Moses,
Shall shadow forth the Son,
When their day of darkness closes,
When their morning is begun.

On Tabor's green-clad mountain,
Shall the Saviour's cross be seen,
And by cool Siloam's fountain,
They shall praise the Nazarene.

Like doves to windows flying,
In a shining cloud they come,
For the Lord will comfort Zion,
And will shout his harvest home.