Praise waiteth Thee in mercy's court,

Praise waiteth Thee in mercy's court, Where Thy beloved dwell; Ransomed, released from Satan's thrall, Their Hallelujahs swell. Come, as the Spirit, Lord, today, Our songs of praise inspire; Purge the iniquity, and touch Our lips with living fire.

Praise for what Thou our God hast wrought; For promised blessings ours; The cloud on faith's horizon seen, The Pentecostal showers. Praise for Thine own right way, dear Lord, We did not understand, But as Thy-plans unfolded lie, We see Thy guiding hand.

Enlarge our soul's capacity, Cut deeper channels, Lord; Room for the floods of blessing now, According to Thy Word. E'en while we praise, the heavens rend, In power come from on high; Make this another Pentecost, Answer our spirit's cry.