O how I have longed for the coming of God

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This is a poem by an anonymous author, apparently first appearing in Mercer's The Cluster of Spiritual Hymns, Divine Hymns, and Sacred Poems of 1810. It also appeared in Johnson's Tennessee Harmony, 1818, and Pious Songs: Social, Prayer, Closet, and Camp-Meeting Hymns and Choruses, 1836.

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Mercer's Cluster, 1810

1. O how I have longed for the coming of God
And sought him by praying and searching his word,
To fasting and weeping my soul was pressed,
Nor would I give over till Jesus had blessed.

2. The tokens of mercy at length did appear,
According to promise he answered with prayer,
To Israel, salvation from Zion doth roll,
And glory is risen and beams on my soul.

3. The good news of mercy is spreading abroad,
And sinners are crying and turning to God,
Their tears of contrition now pour like a flood,
And some have found favor in Jesus’s blood.

4. Here’s more, my dear Jesus, that fall at thy feet,
Oppressed by a burden enormously great,
O raise them, dear Jesus, to tell of thy love,
And sing of thy glory like angels above.

5. Shout all the creation below and above.
Ascribing salvation to Jesus's love,
Break forth into singing ye trees of the wood,
For Jesus is bringing lost sinners to God!

6. Let all who have being rejoice now and sing,
O God make the nations with praises to ring,
With loud acclamations of Jesus's love,
And carry us up to the city above.

7. 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’er-whelmed in the ocean of love.

 

Choice Selection, 1819

1. O how I have longed for the coming of God
And sought him by praying and searching his word,
By watching and fasting my soul was oppressed,
Nor would I give over till Jesus had blest.

2. The tokens of mercy, at length did appear,
According to promise he answered my prayer,
And glory was opened in floods on my soul,
Salvation from Zion beginning to roll.

3. The news of his mercy is spreading abroad,
And sinners come weeping and praying to God,
Their noise of their weeping is heard very loud,
And many's found pardon through Jesus’s blood.

4. There’s more, my dear Savior, who fall at thy feet,
Oppressed by a burden enormously great,
O raise them, my Savior, to tell of thy love,
And shout hallelujah in heaven above.

5. We’ll sing and we’ll shout, and we’ll shout and we’ll sing,
O God, make the nations with praises to ring,
With loud acclamations of Jesus’s love,
And carry us all to the city above.

6. We’ll wait for his chariots, they seem to draw near,
O come my dear Savior, with glory appear;
We long to be singing and praising above,
With angels o’er-whelmed with Jesus’s love.

7. The taste that we have it does ravish our heart,
Which makes us rejoice, and we long to depart,
To praise thee more sweetly where angels do sing,
And with that bright army make heaven to ring.

8. To sin and to sorrow we'll then bid adieu,
And fly where affliction can never pursue;
With life, health, and comfort, to wear a bright crown,
And with our dear Savior forever sit down.

 

Pious Songs, 1836

1. O how I have longed for the coming of God
And sought him by praying and searching his word,
By watching and fasting my soul was oppressed,
Nor would I give over till Jesus had blest.

2. The news of his mercy, at length did appear,
According to promise he answered my prayer,
And glory was 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 weeping to God,
Their mourning and praying is heard very loud,
And thousands found pardon in Jesus’s blood.

4. Here’s more, my dear Savior, who fall at thy feet,
Oppressed by a burden enormously great,
O raise them, my Savior, to tell of thy love,
And shout hallelujah like 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’s 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’er-whelmed in Jesus’s love.

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