When Zi­on in her low es­tate
Was brought 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 pow­er 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 pow­ers,
As fail­ing streams are made to flow,
Replenished by abun­dant show­ers.

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.