Weary of Earth

1Weary of earth and laden with my sin,
I look to heav'n and long to enter in;
But there no evil thing may find a home:
And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come."

2The while I fain would tread the heav'nly way,
Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, return, thou shalt be loos'd from all."

3Cease, restless will! thy lonely strife resign!
I know too well how little strength is mine;
Grant me, dear Lord,
Thy saving love to see:
I strive no more,
I give myself to Thee.