Now shall my inward joys arise, And burst into a song; Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue. God, on His thirsty Zion's hill, Some mercy drops has thrown; And solemn oaths have bound His love To show'r salvation down. Why do we then indulge our fears, Suspicions and complaints' Is He a God, and shall His grace Grow weary of His saints'