1 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Zion shall yet arise
In all the beauty of the Lord,
Beneath thy own fair skies,
When thou shalt come bowed down and low,
Repentant and in tears,
With offerings of broken hearts,
And faith of holy seers. MIM 14.2
2 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Messiah, he is king; Lift up thy voice from every hill,
Let every valley sing;
Lengthen thy cords, strengthen thy stakes,
Break out on every hand,
Thou blessed of the Lord of hosts,
And glory of the land. MIM 14.3