When the Lord brought home our treasure,
all delights were like a dream:
in defeat, a shout of vict'ry;
in the sand, a flowing stream.
Mouths that once were parched with anguish
now with shouts of joy are filled.
Laughter now displaces sadness
for the goodness God has willed.
Bring us back to former glory,
lost through years of exile's pain;
generations long forgotten
seek God's favor to regain.
Those who plant their seeds with grieving,
wetting soil with falling tears,
shall rejoice in time of harvest,
reaping hope for all the years.