When Zion in her low estate
Was bro't from bondage by the Lord,
In ecstasy we sang for joy,
By grace and wondrous love restored.
The Lord in greatly blessing us
Before the world His pow'r displays;
Yea, great things God has done for us,
And filled our hearts with joy and praise.
O Lord, refresh us by Thy grace,
Revive and quicken all our pow'rs,
As failing streams are made to flow,
Replenished by abundant show'rs.
The sower bearing precious seed
May weep as in his toil he grieves,
But he shall come again with joy
In harvest time with golden sheaves.
- Psalter Number: 357