Psalm 126 (In convertendo)

When long absent from lovely Sion
By the Lords conduct home we returned,
We our sences scarse beleeving,
Thought meere visions moved our fancy.

Then in our merry mouthes laughter abounded,
Tongues with gladdnes lowdly resounded,
While thus wondring nations whispered:
God with them most roially dealeth.

Most true with us thou roially dealest,
Woe is expired, sorow is vanished:
Now, Lord, to finish throughly thy working,
Bring to Jerusalem all that are exiles.

Bring to Jerusalem all that are exiles,
Soe by thy comfort newly refreshed:
As when southern sunn-burnt regions
Be by cold fountaines freshly relieved.

Oft to the plowman soe good happ happeneth,
What with teares to the ground he bequeathed,
Season of harvest timely retorning,
He, before wofull, joyfully reapeth.

Why to us may not as happily happen,
To sow our businesse wofully weeping:
Yet when businesse growes to due ripenesse.
To see our businesse joyfully reaped?