1 O Tyre, crowned empress of the sea,
Proud merchant for the isles,
How at thy fall the princes flee,
And kings divide thy spoils.
Refrain:
The empires of man pass away,
The city of God shall endure,
No foe can her glory delay,
The promise of God standeth sure.
2 Thy temple pillars strew the wave,
Thy songs are heard no more.
No sound now breaks thy stillness save
The surges on thy shore. [Refrain]
3 Because against Jehovah’s land
Was heard thy impious boast,
In righteous wrath His mighty hand
Hath swept thee from thy coast. [Refrain]
4 O Tyre, along thy lonely shore,
The nations walk and wail;
To Zion—Mount of God—I soar,
Whose word can never fail. [Refrain]
5 In heavenly garniture appears
The city of His love;
Its golden harpings thrill my ears—
Jerusalem above! [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11082