Lord, my poor heart, with sadness now is breaking,

Longing for light, that I may find belief,

Aching for rest from these tumultuous doubtings,

Seeking to find the path that leads to peace.

But Oh! dear Lord, my soul refuses comfort;

Vainly I strive for the goal beyond this sad, sweet world.

Rest for eternity.

Grant then, Oh! Lord, the enlightenment of sorrow,

That gentle faith which comes through grief alone;

Ripened in hours of darkest tribulation,

When my poor soul stood face to face with Thee.