When the heat from the sun my skin scorcheth,
When rays seem too close and no breeze cometh,
When the sweat from mine skin my clothes wetteth,
May the promised rain waters from high seas come thither.
May the grace to bear the heat carry me hither,
May thine love be mine carriage as the rains hie,
For Good mine Lord, thine mercies tarry nie,
Just like new morning dew on grass,
Oh e’er so new are your mercies on every lad and lass.
And gratitude for such mercies, I wot not how to pass.
Just like a dark night before the crack of dawn or healing after pain,
So’s a hot season ‘fore the pour of rain.