Savior, visit Thy plantation,
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;
All will come to desolation,
Unless Thou return again.

Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high;
Lest, for want of Thine assistance,
Ev'ry plant should droop and die.

Surely once Thy gardens flourished,
Ev'ry part looked gay and green;
Then Thy word our spirits nourished,
Happy seasons we have seen.

Dearest Savior, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom again;
O permit them not to wither,
Let not all our hopes be vain.

Lord, revive us, Lord revive us,
All our help must come from Thee;
Lord, revive us, O revive us,
All our help must come from Thee.