O’er Je­ru­sa­lem Thou weep­est
In com­passion, dear­est Lord,
Love di­vine, of love the deep­est,
O’er Thine err­ing Is­ra­el poured,
Crieth out in bit­ter moan:
O loved ci­ty, hadst thou known
This thy day of vi­sit­ation,
Thou wouldst not re­ject sal­va­tion.

By the love Thy tears are tell­ing,
O Thou Lamb for sin­ners slain,
Make my heart Thy tem­ple dwell­ing,
Purged from ev­ery guil­ty stain.
Oh, for­give, for­give my sin!
Cleanse me, cleanse me, Lord, with­in!
I am Thine since Thou hast sought me,
Since Thy pre­cious blood hath bought me.

O Thou Lord of my sal­va­tion,
Grant my soul Thy blood-bought peace.
By Thy tears of la­men­ta­tion
Bid my faith and love in­crease.
Grant me grace to love Thy Word,
Grace to keep the mes­sage heard,
Grace to own Thee as my trea­sure,
Grace to love Thee with­out mea­sure.