O, I have wandered far,

Good Lord Thou knowest well

The heights of pride my feet have trod,

The awful depths of hell;

Now sore at heart, and sick of sin,

O Lord in mercy take me in.

I thought when shone the day

The light would cloudless last,

That stars would shine when darkness fell,

And morn when night was past;

But foolish hopes were quenchèd soon,

And starless night came on at noon.

But I have found Thy gate,

All footsore and distressed,

And lo, I stand and boldly knock,

For fain I'd be at rest;

Good Lord, in mercy take me in,

All sore at heart and sick of sin.