1 Come, Lord, in mercy come again,
With Thy converting power;
The fields of Zion thirst for rain,
O send a gracious shower!

2 Our hearts are filled with sore distress,
While sinners all around
Are pressing on to endless death,
And no relief is found.

3 Dear Savior, come with quickening power,
Thy mourning people cry;
Salvation bring in mercy’s hour,
Nor let the sinner die.

4 Once more let converts throng Thy house,
And shouts of victory raise;
Then shall our griefs be turned to joy,
And sighs to songs of praise.