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 has 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?
6 Yet, saith the Lord, Should Nature change,
And Mothers Monsters prove,
Sion still dwells upon the Heart
Of everlasting Love.
7 Deep on the Palms of both my Hands
I have engrav'd her Name;
My Hands shall raise her ruin'd Wall,
And build her broken Frame
|First Line:||Now shall my inward Joys arise|
|Title:||God's tender Care of his Church|