1. O how I have longed for the coming of God
And sought him by praying and searching his word,
To watching and fasting my soul was oppressed,
Nor would I give over till Jesus had blessed.
The tokens of mercy at length did appear,
According to promise he answered my prayer,
And glory is opened in floods on my soul,
Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll.

3. The good news of mercy is spreading abroad,
And sinners come praying and weeping to God,
Their mourning and crying is heard very loud,
And many find favor in Jesus’s blood.
Here’s more, my dear Jesus, that fall at thy feet,
Oppressed by a burden enormously great,
O raise them, my Jesus, to tell of thy love,
And shout Hallelujah like angels above.