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.

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 brokenhearted,
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 heav’nly 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.

Oh when shall I see Jesus
And reign with Him above,
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?

I’m on my way to Canaan, (x3)
To the new Jerusalem.

When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?

But now I am a soldier,
My Captain’s gone before;
He’s given me my orders,
And bids me not give o’er.

No more beneath th’oppressive hand
Of tyranny we groan.
Behold the smiling, happy land
That freedom calls her own.

I want to live a Christian here,

I want to die a-shouting,

I want to feel my Savior near,

While soul and body’s parting.

I want to see bright angels stand

And waiting to receive me,

To bear my soul to Canaan’s land,

Where Christ has gone before me.

My heart is often made to mourn

Because I’m faint and feeble,

And when my Savior seems to frown,

My soul is filled with trouble.

But when He doth again return,

And I repent my folly,

’Tis then I after glory run,

And still my Jesus follow.

I have my bitter and my sweet

While through this world I travel,

Sometimes I shout and often weep,

Which makes my foes to marvel.

But let them think and think again,

I feel I’m bound for heaven;

I hope I shall with Jesus reign,

I therefore still will praise Him.

We thank the Lord of heav’n and earth,
Who hath preserved us from our birth.

For present joys, for blessings past,
And for the hope of heav’n at last.

Redeemed us oft from death and dread,
And with Thy gifts our table spread,

For present joys, for blessings past,
And for the hope of heav’n at last.

Do not I love Thee, Oh my Lord?

Behold my heart, and see,

And turn each cursed idol out,

That dares to rival Thee.

Do not I love Thee from my soul?

Then let me nothing love;

Dead be my heart to ev’ry joy

When Jesus cannot move.

Thou know’st I love Thee, dearest Lord,

But Oh I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love Thee more.