P.CXXV | Church Hymn Book#P.CXXVI | P.CXXVII |
1 When God restor'd our captive state
Joy was our song, and grace our theme;
The grace beyond our hopes so great,
That joy appear'd a pleasing dream.
2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honours to thy name;
While we with pleasure shout thy praise,
With cheerful notes thy love proclaim.
3 When we review our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so;
With God we left our flowing tears,
He makes our joys like rivers flow.
4 The man that in his furrow'd field,
His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves,
Will shout to see the harvest yield
A welcome load of joyful sheaves.
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First Line: | When God restor'd our captive state |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
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Topic: | Surprising Deliverance |