Come, Lord, in mercy come again,
With Thy converting power;
The fields of Zion thirst for rain,
O send a gracious shower!
Our hearts are filled with sore distress,
While sinners all around
Are pressing on to endless death,
And no relief is found.
Dear Savior, come with quickening power,
Thy mourning people cry;
Salvation bring in mercy’s hour,
Nor let the sinner die.
Once more let converts throng Thy house,
And shouts of victory raise;
Then shall our griefs be turned to joy,
And sighs to songs of praise.