Weary, Lord, of strug­gling here
With this con­stant doubt and fear,
Burdened by the pains I bear,
And the tri­als I must share—
Help me, Lord, again to flee
To the rest that’s found in Thee.

Weakened by the way­ward will
Which con­trols, yet cheats me still;
Seeking some­thing un­de­fined
With an ear­nest, dark­ened mind—
Help me, Lord again to flee
To the light that breaks from Thee.

Fettered by this earth­ly scope
In the reach and aim of hope,
Fixing thought in nar­row bound
Where no liv­ing truth is found—
Help me, Lord, again to flee
To the hope that’s fixed in Thee.

Fettered, bur­dened, wear­ied, weak,
Lord, once more Thy grace I seek;
Turn, O turn me not away,
Help me, Lord, to watch and pray—
That I ne­ver more may flee
From the rest that’s found in Thee.