Sion lies waste, and thy Jerusalem, O Lord, is fallen to utter desolation. Against thy prophets and thy holy men The sin hath wrought a fatal combination: Profaned thy name, thy worship overthrown, And made thee, living Lord, a God unknown. Thy powerful laws, thy wonders of creation, Thy word incarnate, glorious heaven, dark hell, Lie shadowed under man's degeneration, Thy Christ still crucified for doing well. Impiety, O Lord, sits on thy throne, Which makes thee, living light, a God unknown. Man's superstition hath thy truths entombed, His atheism again her pomps defaceth; That sensual unsatiable vast womb Of thy seen church thy unseen church disgraceth. There lives no truth with them that seem thine own, Which makes thee, living Lord, a God unknown. Yet unto thee, Lord, mirror of transgression, We who for earthly idols have forsaken Thy heavenly image, sinless, pure impression, And so in nets of vanity lie taken, All desolate implore that to thine own, Lord, thou no longer live a God unknown. Yet, Lord, let Israel's plagues not be eternal, Nor sin forever cloud thy sacred mountains, Nor with false flames, spiritual but infernal, Dry up thy mercy's ever springing fountains. Rather, sweet Jesus, fill up time and come To yield the sin her everlasting doom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD A MUSICAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UP-HILL by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR MONCH AND JUNGFRAU by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 45. FAREWELL TO JULIET (7) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |