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Psalm 126 In convertendo
When long absent from lovly Sion
By the Lords conduct home we returned,
We our sences scarsly beleeving
Thought meere visions moved our fancy.
By the Lords conduct home we returned,
We our sences scarsly beleeving
Thought meere visions moved our fancy.
Then in our merry mouthes laughter abounded,
Tongues with gladdness lowdly resounded
While thus wondring Nations whispered:
God with them most roially dealeth.
Tongues with gladdness lowdly resounded
While thus wondring Nations whispered:
God with them most roially dealeth.
Most true: with us thou roially dealest,
Woe is expired, sorow is vanished:
Now Lord, to finish throughly thy working
Bring to Jerusalem all that are exiles.
Woe is expired, sorow is vanished:
Now Lord, to finish throughly thy working
Bring to Jerusalem all that are exiles.
Bring to Jerusalem all that are exiles,
So by thy comfort newly refreshed
As when southern sunn-burnt regions
Be by cold fountaines freshly relieved.
So by thy comfort newly refreshed
As when southern sunn-burnt regions
Be by cold fountaines freshly relieved.
Oft to the plowman soe good happ hapneth,
What with teares to the ground he bequeathed,
Season of harvest timely retorning,
He, before wofull, joyfully reapeth.
What with teares to the ground he bequeathed,
Season of harvest timely retorning,
He, before wofull, joyfully reapeth.
Why to us may not as happly happen
To sow our businesse, wofully weeping:
Yet when businesse growes to due ripenes,
To see our businesse joyfully reaped?
To sow our businesse, wofully weeping:
Yet when businesse growes to due ripenes,
To see our businesse joyfully reaped?
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