1.Weary of earth and laden with my sin, I look to heaven and long to enter in; But there no evil thing may find a home, And yet I hear a voice that bids me, "Come." 2.The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, Evil is ever with me day by day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, return; thou shalt be loosed from all." 3.Cease, restless will! thy lonely strife resign! I know too well how little strength is mine; Grant me, dear Lord, Thy saving love to see; I strive no more; I give myself to Thee.