Our God was at our side
by night and day,
shelt'ring, giving, loving,
night and day
He'd made a covenant with us;
which covenant we broke,
though better husband simply can't be found.
We played the harlot;
yet He cried, "Return again to Me!"
There's promise that our city shall be made
of sapphires, agates—gems with colors fair,
and great shall be the peace of children there.
For now, our wall sheds tears,
tears like a river run down
night and day.
