Ah! what avails my strife,

My wandering to and fro?

Thou hast the words of endless life;

Ah! whither should I go?

2 Thy condescending grace

To me did freely move;

It calls me still to seek thy face,

And stoops to ask my love.

3 Lord! at thy feet I fall;

I long to be set free;

I fain would now obey the call,

And give up all for thee.