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?
Union Primitive Baptist Church 
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