I am weary, I am weary of the cares and toils of life

1 I am weary, I am weary,
Of the cares and toils of life,
I am weary of its sorrows.
I am weary of its strife,
I am weary of its flowers,
That bloom so soon to die,
And th' immortal spirit pineth
For its home beyond the sky.

2 I am weary of the trifles
That occupy my days,
I am weary of the longing
For human love and praise,
I am weary of its flowers,
That bloom so soon to die,
And my spirit pants for freedom,
From its idle joy and mirth.

3 I have seen the flowers wither,
I have seen the lov'd ones die,
I have seen the clouds of sorrow,
Overcast youth's summer sky.
I am pining, I am pining,
For my home amlong the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.


Source: Kind Words: a new collection of hymns and tunes for sunday schools and the social circle #50