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 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 engraved her name;
My hands shall raise her ruin’d walls,
And build her broken frame.”
Isaac Watts, 1709
C. H. Spurgeon, Our Own Hymn Book: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Public, Social and Private Worship, (London: Passmore & Alabaster, 1883).