O, I have wandered far,
Good Lord Thou knowest well
The heights of pride my feet have trod,
The awful depths of hell;
Now sore at heart, and sick of sin,
O Lord in mercy take me in.

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I thought when shone the day
The light would cloudless last,
That stars would shine when darkness fell,
And morn when night was past;
But foolish hopes were quenchèd soon,
And starless night came on at noon.

But I have found Thy gate,
All footsore and distressed,
And lo, I stand and boldly knock,
For fain I'd be at rest;
Good Lord, in mercy take me in,
All sore at heart and sick of sin.