5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage
Too long oppress the saint;
The God of Israel will support
His children lest they faint.
6 But if our slavish fear
Will chuse the road to hell,
We must expect our portion there
Where bolder sinners dwell.
Psalm 126:1. L. M.
Surprising deliverance.
1 When God restor'd our captive state,
Joy was our song, and grace our theme;
The grace beyond our hopes so great,
That joy appear'd a painted dream.
2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honours to thy Name;
While we with pleasure shout thy praise,
With cheerful notes thy love proclaim.
3 When we review our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so;
With God we left our flowing tears,
He makes our joys like rivers flow.
4 The man that in his furrow'd field
His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves,
Will shout to see the harvest yield
A welcome load of joyful sheaves.
Psalm 126:2. C. M. The joy of a remarkable conversion; or, Melancholy removed.
1 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.
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace: