| Leave behind earth's empty pleasure, Fleeting hope and changeful love; Leave its soon-corroding treasure; There are better things above. Leave, oh, leave thy fond aspirings, Bid thy restless heart be still; Cease, oh cease, thy vain desirings, Only seek thy Father's will. Leave behind thy faithless sorrow, And thine every anxious care; He who only knows the morrow Can for thee its burden bear. Leave behind the doubting spirit, And thy crushing load of sin; By thy mighty Saviour's merit, Life eternal thou shalt win. Leave the darkness gathering o'er thee, Leave the shadow-land behind; Realms of glory lie before thee; Enter in, and welcome find. |
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