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,