 | A paraphrase vpon the divine poems |  |
Psalme CXXVI.
VVhen God had our deliverance wrought,And Sion out of Bondage brought;
It seem'd to us a Dreame; who were
Distracted betweene Hope and Feare.
Then sacred Joy fill'd every Brest:
In flowing Mirth, and Songs exprest.
The wondring Heathen oft would say;
How good! how great a God have they!
Great things for us the Lord hath wrought;
Above the reach of humane thought:
We therefore will his praises sing.
The Remnant, Lord, from Bondage bring;
As Rivers through the parched Sand,
Or showres which fall on thirsty land.
VVho sow in Teares, shall reape in Joy.
We after long Captivity,
Unto our native Soile retire;
The scope and crowne of our desire.
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