PSALM 128. (C. M.) The Joy of a remarkable Conversion; or, Melancholy removed.
I
When God reveal'd his gracious name,
And chang'd my mournful state,
My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great.
II
The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace:
III
‘Great is the work,’ my neighbours cry'd,
And own'd the power divine;
‘Great is the work,’ my heart reply'd,
‘And be the glory thine.’
IV
The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night,
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.
V
Let those that sow in sadness wait,
Till the fair harvest come,
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.
VI
Tho' seed lie bury'd long in dust,
It shan't deceive their hope;
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace insures the crop.
