Text: | Now shall my inward joys arise |
Author: | Watts |
1 Now 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 Zion-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, says the Lord, should nature change,
And mothers monsters prove,
Zion still dwells upon the heart
Of everlasting love.
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First Line: | Now shall my inward joys arise |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
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Topic: | Fruits of the Spirit: Joy |