Let's Us Go Up Home

Filled, o lovely Zion
My home and friend in thee
By day, o lovely Zion
You sing so sweet to me
O, daughter and my sister
With trumpet sounds and beauty faire
Thy echo'd call and answered prayer
Belayed thy beauty, bare

Who hurt you, daughter Zion?
Who called you from your lair?
Did eye not see, nor ear give hear
Nor any of them care?

My virgin is to carry;
My Zion; by the sea
Behold what beauty is to harken
What my beauty means to me

I made you, daughter Zion
I have seen the wrath in thee
I have sent to you my prophets
Yet you sent them back to me

I have given you in open
What the palm can never shut
Riches more than any people can
Or ever will within their hut

I built you like a palace
I have carved your pillars strong
I have seen you in your innocence
And in your trials, wrong

I have seen you turn your face from me
I called and you refused
With a shout of full contention; backward
Bless-ed you have called "accused"

Who has known you, who can tell you
Who can give you what you "hate"?
With my mighty hand deliverer
I hand you to your new estate

I set my daughter Zion
By the gates of mighty waters
Men who are my sons and prophets
Women, strong, I call them daughters

I have called and they have answered
I have made what you cannot
By my arm and by my power
I have set some cold, some hot

Lo, my servants like a fire
Kindled by my living breath
THERE in Zion, past and present
I have seen and conquered death!