1 When God reveal'd his gracious Name,
And chang'd my mournful State,
My rapture seem'd a pleasing Dream,
The Grace appear'd so Great.
2 The World beheld the glorious Change,
And did thy Hand confess;
My Tongue broke out in unknown Strains,
And sung surprising Grace.
3 "Great is the Work," my Neighbours cry'd,
And own'd the Pow'r Divine;
"Great is the Work," my Heart reply'd,
"And be the Glory thine."
4 The LORD can clear the darkest Skies,
Can give us Day for Night;
Make Drops of sacred Sorrow rise
To Rivers of Delight.
5 Let those that sow in Sadness wait
Till the fair Harvest come,
They shall confess their Sheaves are great,
And shout the Blessings home.
6 Tho' Seed lie bury'd long in Dust;
It shan't deceive their Hope!
The precious Grain can ne'er be lost,
For Grace insures the Crop.
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First Line: | When God reveal'd his gracious Name |
Title: | The Joy of a remarkable Conversion; or Melancholy removed |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Topic: | Conversion |