1 O that Thou wouldst rend the heavens!
Thus the fathers cried with might,
That He, Messiah, might come quickly,
To deliver them from sin's dark night.

2 And He came, their wish fulfilling;
Humble was His birth and low;
His righteousness like dew was falling,
And our dying hearts were set aglow.

3 O that Thou wouldst rend the heavens!
Come, O come, Thou God and Lord
According to Thy gracious promise
As we find it in Thy precious Word:

4 For where two or three are gathered,
Meeting in My holy name,
There I Myself am their companion,
There in mercy ever am the same.

5 O that Thou wouldst rend the heavens!
Come, O come, our gracious Lord,
And when our breath forsakes this body,
Let Thy love the surest help afford.

6 Take the soul to glory with Thee,
Let the body rest in peace;
To Thee alone we would commend us,
Let Thy mercy toward us never cease.

7 O that Thou wouldst rend the heavens!
Hear, and quickly help afford;
Let all our supplications reach Thee,
For we trust in Thee, our faithful Lord.