Weary of earth, myself and sin, Dear Jesus set me free, And to Thy glory take me in, For there I long to be. Let a poor laborer here below, When from his toil set free; To rest and peace eternal go; For there I long to be. Burdened, dejected and oppressed, Ah! Whither shall I flee, But to Thy arms for peace and rest? For there I long to be. Let a poor laborer here below, When from his toil set free; To rest and peace eternal go; For there I long to be. Empty, polluted, dark and vain, Is all this world to me; May I the better world obtain; For there I long to be. Let a poor laborer here below, When from his toil set free; To rest and peace eternal go; For there I long to be. Weary of earth, myself and sin.