Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #446: Well May Thy Servants Mourn, My God

Hymn #445 Hymn #447

The Church

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446 (P.M.)

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.

Her pastors love to live at ease —

They covet wealth and honor;

And while they seek such things as these,

They bring reproach upon her.

Such worthless objects they pursue,

Warmly, and undiverted;

The church they lead, and ruin, too —

Her glory is departed.

Her private members walk no more

As Jesus Christ has taught them;

Riches and fashion they adore —

With these, the world has bought them.

The Christian name they still retain,

Absurdly and false-hearted,

And while they in the church remain,

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, ye gay;

I'll seek the broken-hearted,

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 such regain

The glory that's departed.

Hymn #445 Hymn #447