Surprising deliverance. <br /> <br />When God restored our captive state, <br />Joy was our song, and grace our theme; <br />The grace beyond our hopes so great <br />That joy appeared a painted dream. <br /> <br />The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays <br />Unwilling honors to thy name; <br />While we with pleasure shout thy praise, <br />With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. <br /> <br />When we review our dismal fears, <br />'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; <br />With God we left our flowing tears, <br />He makes our joys like rivers flow. <br /> <br />The man that in his furrowed field <br />His scattered seed with sadness leaves, <br />Will shout to see the harvest yield <br />A welcome load of joyful sheaves.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-126/
