1 How shall my inward joys arise
And burst into a song,
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
2 God on his thirsty Sion-hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To shower salvation down.
3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?
4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb,
And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts
Her suckling have no room?
5 |Yet (saith the Lord) should nature change,
|And mothers monsters prove,
|Sion still dwells upon the heart
|Of everlasting love.
6 |Deep on the palms of both my hands
|I have engrav'd her name,
|My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls,
|And build her broken frame.|