Send down, ye heavens from above, your rain
Let righteousness rain down on mortal plains
Forget Thy wrath, O Lord, be not enraged
And our iniquities remember not
Forever, for behold a desert made
Is our holy city, to us lost
Sion Mount deserted is, and bare
A barren waste upon a barren plain
Jerusalem is desolated, there
Among her crumbling walls and ruined gates
The holy house where once Thy presence dwelt
Where Thy glory shone forth from of old
Where once our fathers in obeisance knelt
And sang Thy praise, and of Thy marvels told
Send down, ye heavens from above, your rain
Let righteousness rain down on mortal plains
Lo! we have sinned and have been made unclean
And we have fallen, fallen to a man
As from a barren tree is plucked a leaf
Brown and lifeless, by the autumn wind
And as the wind, our sins now drive us forth
They bear us now so far, so far away
And scatter us abroad who taste not death
For from us Thou hast hid away Thy face
Hid away Thy face and cast us down
And Lord, Thou hast consumed us for our sins
For our iniquities though for so long
Thou hadst held back Thy just punishments
Send down, ye heavens from above, your rain
Let righteousness rain down on mortal plains
Look down O Lord, look down and see our plight
See what affliction on us doth descend
And unto us Lord, in Thy mercy great
Let Him come Whom Thou hast deigned to send
Let Him come, long promised from of old
Send forth the Lamb, the ruler of all things:
From Petra, in the desert’s barren worlds
To Sion’s sacred mount: the Kings of Kings
That Sion’s daughter, humbled in her shame
May lift her face, her captors’ yoke cast off
That He may free us from our ancient chains
Who now in silent sorrow languish long
Send down ye heavens from above your rain
Let righteousness rain down on mortal plains
Now witness all ye men what I shall do
The Lord of Hosts hath spoken from on high
And see ye know my servant Whom I choose
See what wonders I’ll do in your sight
That ye may know me, that ye may believe
That I indeed, I am indeed the Lord
Creator, Ruler, Who order’th all things
Who alone doth reign o’er all the world
Who of salvation am the single source
And without Whom all things would be for naught
And from My hand what man can be brought forth?
Who can indeed supplant Almighty God?
Send down ye heavens from above your rain
Let righteousness rain down on mortal plains
But comfort, comfort ye My people now
And hear ye now of what I have prepared
For My Salvation swiftly cometh down:
Waste not away in mourning and in tears
What sadness hath beset thee? Weep thou not!
Forget thy fear, the morning cometh soon,
And I will save thee, I will cheer thy heart
And comfort thee and heal thee of thy wounds
For indeed I am the Lord thy God
Who shepherds ever Israel’s errant fold:
Thy Redeemer and the Holy One
Who will not forget my ancient oath
Send down ye heavens from above your rain
Let righteousness rain down on mortal plains