"O my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you;
Thorns of heart-felt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways;
Ye shall name your walls, Salvation,
And your gates shall all be praise.
2"There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,