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 news of his mercy at length I did hear;
According to promise he answered my prayer—
And glory has 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 praying to God.
Their mourning and praying is heard, clear and loud,
And many find favor in Jesus’ rich blood.

4. More yet, my dear Savior, who fall at your feet,
Oppressed by a burden enormously great.
Oh! raise me, my Jesus, to tell of your 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 with praises to ring
With loud acclamations of Jesus’ great 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 Savior, let glory appear;
We long to be singing and shouting above
With angels o’erwhelmed, caught in Jesus’ great love.