1 Oh! how I have long'd for the coming of God,
And sought him by praying and searching his word;
With watching and fasting my soul was opprest,
Nor would I give over 'till Jesus had bless'd.

2 The news of his mercy at length I did hear,
According to promise he answer'd my prayer;
And glory is open'd 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's found favour in Jesus's blood.

4 Here're more my dear Saviour that falls at thy feet,
Opprest by a burthen enormously great;
Oh! raise me my Jesus to tell of thy love,
And shout Hallelujah with angels 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's love,
And carry us all to the city above.

6 We'll wait for his 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'erwhelm'd in Jesus's love.