I am weary of the darkness

Of these lonely, failing streams—

Let me go where founts are flashing

In the light of heaven’s beams!

"Let me go! my soul is thirsting

For those waters, bright, and clear,

From the fount of glory bursting—

Ah! why keep the pilgrim here?

Let me go! O, who would linger,

Fainting, fearing, and athirst,