When Zion's God her mournful sons

Verse 1

When Sion's GOD her mournful Sons Recall'd from long Captivity, It seem'd at first a pleasing Dream Of what we wish'd to see; But soon our Tongues we did employ In thankful Hymns and Songs of Joy.

Verse 2

Our Heathen Foes repining stood; Yet they were all compell'd to own, That great and wond'rous was indeed The Work our GOD for us had done: His Goodness we with Joy confess, Who thus hath crown'd us with Success.

Verse 3

To us bring back the Remnant, LORD, Of Israel's long enclaved Bands; More wellcome than refreshing Show'rs That fall on parch'd and thirsty Lands: That we, who did our Days employ In Sorrow, now may reap in Joy.

Verse 4

Though he desponds, that sows his Grain, Yet, doubtless, he at last shall come To bind his ripen'd full-ear'd Sheaves, And bring the plenteous Harvest home: Then former Griefs shall pass away, And glad Success his Toil repay.