The Lord has done great things for them
When He restored them to their Land
They thought it was a dream.
The Lord has done great things for us
With laughter and great shouts of joy
True gladness is our theme.
Restore our fortunes, Lord, again
As rivers make the deserts bloom
Turn Winter into Spring.
Weeping we go out scatt’ring seeds
But we shall reap with shouts of joy
At harvest-time we’ll sing.
© J Dan Small
I lift my voice to bless You, Lord
For You have lifted me
You’ve rescued me from all my foes
From danger set me free.
O Lord my God, I cried to You
My life You have revived
You brought my soul up from the grave
Healed me, kept me alive.
Sing praises to the Lord, you saints
Give thanks unto His name
His anger will be very brief
His favor will remain.
Weeping may last the whole night long
He feels your deepest sorrow
Pour out your hearts to Him in faith
True joy comes on the morrow.
When once I boasted of success
And claimed it was Your grace
I thought myself to be so strong
Until You hid Your face.
Then I cried out to You, O Lord
“I think I’m going to die!
Who profits if I turn to dust?
In mercy, hear my cry.”
My mourning You’ve turned into dance
My sackcloth into song
Eternal thanks and praises now
To You alone belong.
© 2014 J Dan Small