Weary of earth, myself, and sin,

Weary of earth, myself, and sin,
Dear Jesus, set me free,
And to thy glory take me in,
For there I long to be.

Burdened, dejected, and oppressed,
Ah! whither shall I flee
But to thy arms, for peace and rest?
For there I long to be.

Empty, polluted, dark, and vain,
Is all this world to me;
May I the better world obtain;
For there I long to be.

Lord, let a tempest-tossèd soul
That peaceful harbour see,
Where waves and billows never roll;
For there I long to be.

Let a poor labourer here below,
When from his toil set free,
To rest and peace eternal go;
For there I long to be.