1 O mourner in Zion, how blessèd art thou,
For Jesus is waiting to comfort thee now;
Fear not to rely on the word of thy God;
Step out on the promise—get under the blood.

2 O ye that are hungry and thirsty, rejoice!
For ye shall be filled; do you hear that sweet voice
Inviting you now to the banquet of God;
Step out on the promise—get under the blood.

3 Who sighs for a heart from iniquity free?
O, poor troubled soul! there’s a promise for thee.
There’s rest, weary one, in the bosom of God;
Step out on the promise—get under the blood.

4 Step out on this promise, and Christ thou shalt win,
The blood of His Son cleanseth us from all sin;
It cleanseth me now, hallelujah to God;
I rest on His promise—I’m under the blood.