1 Now shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
2 God on his thirsty Sion hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To show'r salvation down.
3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?
4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb,
And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts,
Her suckling have no room?
4 "Yet, saith the Lord, should nature change,
"And mothers monsters prove,
"Sion still dwells upon the heart
"Of everlasting love.
5 "Deep on the palms of both my hands
"I have engrav'd her name;
"My hand shall raise her ruin'd walls,
"And build her broken frame."
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First Line: | Now shall my inward joys arise |
Title: | God's tender care of his church |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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