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| JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! | |
| Thou art low; thou mighty one, | |
| How is the brilliance of thy diadem, | |
| How is the lustre of thy throne | |
| Rent from thee, and thy sun of fame | 5 |
| Darken’d by the shadowy pinion | |
| Of the Roman bird, whose sway | |
| All the tribes of earth obey, | |
| Crouching ’neath his dread dominion, | |
| And the terrors of his name! | 10 |
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| How is thy royal seat—whereon | |
| Sat in days of yore | |
| Lowly Jesse’s godlike son, | |
| And the strength of Solomon, | |
| In those rich and happy times | 15 |
| When the ships from Tarshish bore | |
| Incense, and from Ophir’s land, | |
| With silken sail and cedar oar, | |
| Wafting to Judea’s strand | |
| All the wealth of foreign climes— | 20 |
| How is thy royal seat o’erthrown! | |
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| Gone is all thy majesty; | |
| Salem! Salem! City of kings, | |
| Thou sittest desolate and lone, | |
| Where once the glory of the Most High | 25 |
| Dwelt visibly enshrined between the wings | |
| Of Cherubins, within whose bright embrace | |
| The golden mercy-seat remain’d; | |
| Land of Jehovah! view that sacred place | |
| Abandon’d and profaned! | 30 |
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