269    C.M.     Isaac Watts
God’s Tender Care of his Church. Isa. 49. 15, 16

1 Now shall my inward joys arise,
  And burst into a song;
  Almighty love inspires my heart,
  And pleasure tunes my tongue.

2 God on his thirsty Zion-hill
  Some mercy-drops has thrown,
  And solemn oaths have bound his love
  To shower salvation down.

3 Why do we, then, indulge our fears,
  Suspicions, and complaints?
  Is he a God, and shall his grace
  Grow weary of his saints?

4 Can a kind woman e’er forget
  The infant of her womb?
  And ’mongst a thousand tender thoughts,
  Her suckling have no room?

5 Yet, says the Lord, should nature change,
  And mothers monsters prove,
  Zion still dwells upon the heart
  Of everlasting love.