“LORD of life! to thee I fly
When the world hangs heavily,
Heavily upon my heart,
And earthly thoughts no peace impart:
Earthly hopes, all hollowness;
Earthly joys, deceitfulness;
Earthly pleasure, after pain;
Earthly stay, an ebbing wave
Earthly end, the dark cold grave.
Wearily, wearily,
From worldly wastes, so drearily
That round me lie, —
From trouble, toil, and vanity,
From care and strife
To thee I turn, — to thee I flee,
Thou Lord of life.”