Weary of earth, myself and sin,
Dear Jesus set me free,
And to Thy glory take me in,
For there I long to be.
Let a poor laborer here below,
When from his toil set free;
To rest and peace eternal go;
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.
Let a poor laborer here below,
When from his toil set free;
To rest and peace eternal go;
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.
Let a poor laborer here below,
When from his toil set free;
To rest and peace eternal go;
For there I long to be.
Weary of earth, myself and sin.