Weary, worn, sad and for­sak­en,
Lingering on this cheer­less shore;
All life’s sweet­est ties are brok­en,
And my loved ones come no more.
All my ear­ly friends have left me,
In this lone­some vale of tears;
Sighing for their smil­ing fac­es,
Where they know no griefs or fears.

Throngs of youth­ful faces ’round me
But re­mind me of the past
When I held my dear de­part­ed
To my bo­som fond­ly clasped.
But a few more tears and sor­rows,
And the fount­ain will be dry;
Then I shall em­brace my kin­dred
In the hap­py home on high.

Blessèd hope, sweet balm of com­fort,
To this wi­thered heart of mine;
Light my path a lit­tle long­er,
With Thy beams of light di­vine;
God of mer­cy, grace and good­ness,
Hold me by Thy pow­er­ful hand;
Till I greet my lov­ing kin­dred
In the glo­ri­ous heav’n­ly land.