Chapter XXXI: Longing

Direct unto my God,
With speed, my cry ascend:
Present to Him this urgent plea:--
"In mercy, Lord, attend!
"Fulfil thy gracious word,
"To bring me to thy rest;
"In Salem soon my place prepare,
"And make me ever blest!

"Down in a vale of tears
"Where dwelt my Christ I mourn,
"And in the conflict with my foes,
"My tender heart is torn:
"O heal each bleeding wound,
"With thy life-giving tree;
"In Salem, Lord, above the strife,
"A place prepare for me!"