When God restored our fortunes we were like those who dream.
Our mouths were filled with laughter, our voices joyful screams.
They said among the nations, that God had done great things.
Indeed we’ve been so blessed that, we cannot help but sing.
Restore, O Lord, our fortunes, like streams in desert lands,
May all who’ve sown while weeping, find plenty in your hands.
May we come home from harvest proclaiming what you’ve done,
The seeds you gave for sowing produced the crop we’ve won.
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Source: Psalm 126
Text: David Alexander, 2009, CC BY-SA 4.0
Tune: St. Hilda, Public Domain
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