As I walked the land of Zion,

A gentle breeze brushed over me,

And the wind it seemed to whisper,

      I love the land you see.

Oh dwellers of Jerusalem

Thy tears have touched my heart,

My favor I will grant thee

And my love to thee impart.

Thy stony hills shall call my name

And no longer shall you weep,

Every promise that I made to thee,

As a father I will keep.

Thy ears will hear me calling,

This is the way, come walk with me.

My increase I will grant thee,

For I will rain upon thy seed.

A new song will I give thee,

Gladness of heart within the night.

Upon my mountain you shall know me,

My mercies there impart.

I will grant thee peaceful habitation,

In sure dwellings you shall rest.

With a wind of quiet, calm assurance,

You will know my righteousness.