God's tender care of his church. <br /> <br />Isa. 49:13ff. <br /> <br />Now shall my inward joys arise, <br />And burst into a song; <br />Almighty love inspires my heart, <br />And pleasure tunes my tongue. <br /> <br />God on his thirsty Zion hill <br />Some mercy drops has thrown, <br />And solemn oaths have bound his love <br />To shower salvation down. <br /> <br />Why do we then indulge our fears, <br />Suspicions, and complaints? <br />Is he a God, and shall his grace <br />Grow weary of his saints? <br /> <br />Can a kind woman e'er forget <br />The infant of her womb? <br />And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts <br />Her suckling have no room? <br /> <br />"Yet," saith the Lord, "should nature change, <br />And mothers monsters prove, <br />Zion still dwells upon the heart <br />Of everlasting love. <br /> <br />"Deep on the palms of both my hands <br />I have engraved her name; <br />My hands shall raise her ruined walls, <br />And build her broken frame?"<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-39/
