Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 When Zion's God her sons recalled from long captivity, It seemed at first a pleasing dream of what we wished to see.
2 But soon in an accustomed mirth we did our voice employ, And sung our great Restorer's praise in thankful hymns of joy.
Our heathen foes repining stood, yet were compelled to own, That great and wondrous was the work our God for us had done.
3 'Twas great, say they; 'twas wondrous great, much more should we confess; The Lord has done great things, whereof we reap the glad success.
4 To us bring back the remnant, Lord, of Israel's captive bands, More welcome than refreshing show'rs to parched and thirsty lands.
5 That we, whose work commenced in tears, may see our labors thrive, Till finished with success, to make our drooping hearts revive.
6 Though he despond that sows his grain, yet doubtless he shall come To bind his full-eared sheaves, and bring the joyful harvest home.