Days of joy and glory fade
Far down the halls of time —
For much goodness we were made
And future days of thine.
But we sit with captor foe
By darkened waters far —
Aching hearts now long to know
Bright city’s morning star.
Holy city on a hill
With safe walls tall and strong,
Toward it have I bent my will,
My deepest heart does long.
But my painful days I live
In chains with song that’s mute,
And my mem’ries often give
A vengeance resolute.
Judgment wished upon the head
Of foes with evil new —
Holy, painful, awful dread
For those who reject you.
But the enemies I meet,
They pale in compare
To he who stands upon my feet
And from the mirror stares.
Deep within this heart of mine
A wicked vein does run,
Spoiling holy goodness thine
And blotting out your Son.
Darkness haunts my ev’ry verse,
It spoils my ev’ry note.
I hope your love will soon reverse
My ever-silent throat.
Lead me then to city pure,
Forgive my sinful ways.
Pave for me a path that’s sure
And straight for all my days.
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