1 Oh! how I have longed for the coming of God,
And sought him by praying and searching his word;
With watching and fasting my soul was oppressed,
Nor would I give over 'till Jesus had blessed.
2 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 news of his mercy is spreading abroad,
And sinners come crying and weeping to god,
Their mourning and praying is heard very loud,
And many find favor through Jesus's blood.
4 Here're more my dear Saviour who fall at thy feet,
Oppressed by a burden enormously great;
O raise them my Jesus to tell of thy love,
And shout hallelujahs with angel's above.
5 I'll sing and I'll shout, and I'll shout and I'll sing,
O God make the nations in praises to ring,
With loud acclamations of Jesus' love,
And carry us all to the city above.
6 We'll wait for thy chariot, it seems to draw near,
O come my dear Saviour let glory appear,
We long to be singing and shouting above,
With angels o'erwhelmed in Jesus's love.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803