Israel’s Song of Praise for Deliverance from Babylonish
Captivity.
WHEN God our freedom wrought,
With high uplifted hand;
And Zion’s captives brought
Back to their fatherland;
So wondrous did the tidings seem,
We thought at first ’twas all a dream.
Joy beamed from every eye,
Praise flowed from every tongue;
Songs of sweet melody
To God were duly sung:
The heathen heard it with surprise,
And thus expressed their sympathies:
“Behold the Lord hath done
Wonders for Judah’s race,
And their redemption won,
From all their enemies!”
“Yes, Lord!” let every heart reply,
“Thine was the work, but our’s the joy!”
Bring back our wanderers,
Like torrents swift and deep;
That though we sow in tears,
In gladness we may reap!
Yea, they who sow in tears shall come
Rejoicing to the harvest home.
(John Dunmore Lang)
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