448. O Zion, when I think of thee

1 O Zion, when I think of thee,
I wish for pinions like a dove,
And mourn to think that I should be
So distant from the place I love.

2 "An exile here, and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh,
Thither the ransom'd nations come,
And see the Saviour eye to eye.

3 "While here I walk on hostile ground,
The few that I can call my friends,
Are like myself, with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.

4 "But yet we shall behold the day
When Zion's children shall return;
Our sorrows then shall flee away,
And we shall never, never mourn.

5 "The hope that such a day will come
Makes even the exile's portion sweet;
Though now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet."

Text Information
First Line: O Zion, when I think of thee
Meter: L. M.
Publication Date: 1828
Topic: Christian experience: The Christian life figuratively described as Taking up the Cross; Longing for our heavenly home
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