3 I’ve sought for rest in friendship’s hallowed shrine,
But loved ones change, and earth’s endearments end;
No love is true and lasting, Lord, but thine;
Henceforth, Incarnate Love, be thou my friend.
4 I’ve sought to find a place to rest my feet
In fame’s alluring temple, bright and gay;
In health, and competence, and pleasures sweet,
But short and transient as the passing day.
5 Yet all in vain: o’er all this dreary waste
Of sin and sorrow, toil and care, and pain,