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.