Now shall my inward joy arise
And burst into a Song;
Almighty Love inspires my Heart
And Pleasure tunes my Tongue

God on his thirsty Sion-Hill
Some Mercy-Drops has thrown
And solemn Oaths have bound his Love
To show'r Salvation down

Why do we then indulge our Fears
Suspicions and Complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his Grace
Grow weary of his saints?

Can a kind Woman e'er forget
The Infant of her Womb
And 'mongst a thousand tender Thoughts
Her Suckling have no Room?

Yet, saith the Lord, should Nature change
And Mothers Monsters prove
Sion still dwells upon the Heart
Of everlasting Love

Deep on the Palms of both my Hands
I have engrav'd her Name;
My Hands shal raise her ruin'd Walls
And build her broken Frame