GOD to Zion led the way,
we were like to people dreaming
thoughts of bliss too bright to stay.
Fill'd with laughter, stood we gazing,
loud our tongues in rapture sang;
quickly with the news amazing
all the startled nations rang.
"See Jehovah's works of glory!
Mark what love for them he had!"
"Yes, for us! Go tell the story.
This was done, and we are glad."
LORD! thy work of grace completing
all our exiled hosts restore,
as in thirsty channels meeting
southern streams refreshing pour.
They that now in sorrow weeping
tears and seed commingled sow,
soon, the fruitful harvest reaping,
shall with joyful bosoms glow.
Tho' the sower's heart is breaking,
bearing forth the seed to shed,
he shall come, the echoes waking,
laden with his sheaves instead.
--William Digby Seymour 1882
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