Till sin’s fierce tyranny be past.
2 Far, far from Thee, O God, removed,
Long have I wandered to and fro;
O’er earth in endless circles roved,
Nor found whereon to rest below;
Back unto Thee, at last, I fly:
Save! for the waters still are high.
3 Selfish pursuits and pleasure’s maze,
The things of earth, for Thee I leave;
Pat forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace,