Weary, Lord, of Struggling Here

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.