Prayer heard, and Zion restored

Let Zion and her sons rejoice

Behold the promised hour!

Her God hath heard her mourning voice,

And comes to exalt his power.

Her dust and ruins that remain

Are precious in our eyes;

Those ruins shall be built again,

And all that dust shall rise.

The Lord will raise Jerusalem,

And stand in glory there;

Nations shall bow before his name,

And kings attend with fear.

He sits a sovereign on his throne,

With pity in his eyes,

He hears the dying prisoners' groan,

And sees their sighs arise.

He frees the souls condemned to death;

Nor, when his saints complain,

Shall it be said that praying breath

Was ever spent in vain.