Well may Thy servants mourn, my God

[1] 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.

[2] 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.

[3] 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.

[4] 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 and gay!
I'll seek the broken-hearted,
Who week, when they of Zion say,
Her glory is departed.

[5] Some few, like good Elijah stand,
While thousands have revolted;
In earnest for the heavenly land,
They never yet have halted.
With such, religion doth remain,
For they are not perverted;
Oh! may they all through them regain
The glory that's departed.

Source: New Harmonia Sacra (Legacy ed.) #346