I long’d for the season of worship once more,
That I might join His saints, His dear name adore.
And when in that dear place of worship and praise,
My voice with His saints I endeavor’d to raise,
My heart fill’d with love and my hope bright and clear,
I thought surely trouble could no more appear.
When deeply impress’d with a sense of His love,
When this world could no more a resting place prove,
I went with a feeling I could not control,
And told what my Savior had done for my soul.