Text:God's tender care of his church

I.XXXIX. God's tender care of his church

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."

Text Information
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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