Lord, I Remember

LORD, I remember, and am sore amazed

To see each city standing in her state,

And God’s own city to the low grave razed:

Yet in all time we look to Thee and wait.

Send us Thy mercy, O Redeemer! Make,

O Thou my soul, to Him thy mournful plaint;

And crave compassion for my people’s sake:

Each head is weary and each heart is faint.

I rest on pillars, on God’s holy parts,

On tears that flow with never-ceasing might;

I pour out prayer to Him who searcheth hearts:

Herein I trust, and in the Father’s right.

O Thou who hearest weeping, healest woe,

Our tears within Thy vase of crystal store;

Save us, and all Thy dread decrees forego,

For unto Thee our eyes turn evermore.