Lord, in Thy mercy come to us,

With might convert the souls;

The thirst of rain kills zion’s farm,

Send Thy rain upon it.

Our souls are full of lukewarmness,

To see how the sinners

Bending to everlasting death,

Without visible help.

Come with Thy might of revival,

Is the cry of mankind;

Bring salvation in mercy’s time,

Let not the sinners die.

Let sinners come into Thy house,

And shout for victory;

Our sorrow then shall turn to joy,

Songs of praise we shall sing.