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RESTORATION FROM CAPTIVITY.
Psalm cxxvi.
Oh, when the Lord restored us to our land,
How did deliverance seem
A bright, transporting dream!
We laughed for joy, in many a tuneful band.
The heathen cried—even they Thy hand perceived—
“Great things for Zion has their God achieved.”
How did deliverance seem
A bright, transporting dream!
We laughed for joy, in many a tuneful band.
The heathen cried—even they Thy hand perceived—
“Great things for Zion has their God achieved.”
He hath wrought great things, wherefore we are glad.
Lord! turn the captive train,
Like torrents after rain.
Let those reap joy, whose seed-time was most sad.
He who now sows in scarcity, and grieves,
Shall come home laden with his golden sheaves.
Lord! turn the captive train,
Like torrents after rain.
Let those reap joy, whose seed-time was most sad.
He who now sows in scarcity, and grieves,
Shall come home laden with his golden sheaves.
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