Springs and Streams No Longer Bless

Springs and streams no long­er bless

All the dry and thirs­ty land;

Fertile fields in ver­dant dress

God con­verts to des­ert sand;

For that they who dwell there­in

Turn to wick­ed­ness and sin.

Once again the wa­ters well

All the des­ert blos­soms fair;

There He makes the hun­gry dwell

There a ci­ty they pre­pare

Plant their vines and sow their fields

And the earth her in­crease yields.

Now He bless­es them indeed

They are great­ly mul­ti­plied;

On the hills their cat­tle feed

Fast in­creas­ing

spread­ing wide;

Then again they are brought low

Through opp­ress­ion

grief

and woe.

His con­tempt the princ­es taste:

Driven out

they help­less fly

Wandering in the track­less waste;

But He lifts the needy high

Where no ev­il shall an­noy

And with child­ren gives him joy.

When His right­eous judg­ments come

Strong to bless and to de­stroy

All ini­qui­ty is dumb

All the right­eous sing for joy;

Who Je­ho­vah wise­ly heed

In His works His mer­cy read.