Second PART

My Days decline, like th'Ev'ning Shade; Like wither'd Grass, my Strength's decay'd. But thou, Lord, ever shalt endure; Thy Mem'ry thro' all Ages sure. Rise, Lord, for Sion's Help appear; Th' appointed Time of Favour's near. Thy Servants in her Stones delight; Her Dust is precious in their Sight. The Gentiles, Lord, thy Name shall fear; Earth's Kings thy Glory shall revere. When God shall Sion's State repair, He'll shine most bright in Glory there. The Poor's Request he'll then regard, And their Petition shall be heard. To future Ages this record; That th' unborn Race may praise the Lord. For he look'd down from's Throne on high; The Lord from Heav'n the Earth did spy; To hear the Pris'ners Groans; and give Leave to the poor condemn'd to live: In Sion, to declare his Name, His Praise thro' Salem to proclaim; When Isr'el there, with one Accord, And Kingdoms meet, to serve the Lord.