1 Adieu to the city, where long I have wandered,
To tell them of judgments and warn them to flee;
How often in sorrow, their woes I have pondered,
Perhaps in affliction, they'll think upon me.

2 With a tear of compassion, in silence retiring,
The last ray of hope for your safety expiring;
A feeling of pity this bosom inspiring?
Sing this lamentation and think upon me.

3 How often at evening your halls have resounded
With th' pure testimony of Jesus so free;
While the meek were rejoicing, the proud were confounded,
The poor had the gospel?they'll think upon me.

4 When Empires shall tremble at Israel's returning,
And earth shall be cleansed by the Spirit of burning;
When proud men shall perish, and priest with their learning,?
Sing this lamentation, and think upon me.

5 When the Union is severed and liberty's blessings
Withheld from the sons of Columbia, once free;
When bloodshed and war, and famine distress them,
Remember the warning, and think upon me.

6 When this mighty city shall crumble to ruin,
And sink as a millstone, the merchants undoing;
The ransomed the highway of Zion pursuing,?
Sing this lamentation, and think upon me.