Psalm 102 (Version 2, Part 2)

Let Zion and her sons rejoice,

Behold the promis'd hour;

Her God hath heard her mourning voice,

And comes t' exalt his power.

Her dust and ruins that remain

Are precious in our eyes;

Those ruins shall be built again,

And all that dust shall rise.

The Lord will raise Jerusalem,

And stand in glory there;

Nations shall bow before has name,

And kings attend with fear.

He sits a sovereign on his throne,

With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying prisoners groan,

And sees their sighs arise.

He frees the souls condemn'd to death,

And when his saints complain,

It shan't be said 'That praying breath

'Was ever spent in vain.'

This shall be known when we are dead,

And left on long record,

That ages yet unborn may read,

And trust, and praise the Lord.