So tired, O Lord, I’m tired —
The weight of life is crushing,
My duties always pushing,
I’m feeling uninspired.

So sad, O Lord, I’m sad —
From you are many fleeing,
With truth they’re disagreeing,
In cloaks of ruin clad.

So blind, O Lord, I’m blind —
On earth where are you moving?
How do you weave your roving?
Revive this faithless mind.