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1. Our Zion captive is no more;
Sweet freedom follows after;
Our tongues like founts of music pour;
Our mouth is filled with laughter.
2. The Lord has done for us great things;
Our hearts are warm with gladness;
Our lips are like a bird that sings
After the winter’s sadness.
3. Turn our captivity, O Lord,
As waters in the south;
Our ancient freedom is restored,
And praise is in our mouth.
4. They reap in joy who sow in tears;
Yea, who go forth with weeping
Shall crown the travail of their years
With an abundant reaping.
5. Who bear the precious seed in woe,
As any wind that grieves,
Shall hours of great rejoicing know
When bringing in the sheaves.
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Author: Wilson MacDonald (Psalm 126)
Composer: Henry Purcell (1695)
Meter: 8,7
Song in the Night: Page 28
