'The Things Which are Behind'

Leave behind earth's empty pleasure,
   Fleeting hope and changeful love;

Leave behind earth's empty pleasure,
   Fleeting hope and changeful love;
Leave its soon-corroding treasure;
   There are better things above.
 
Leave, oh, leave thy fond aspirings,
   Bid thy restless heart be still;
Cease, oh cease, thy vain desirings,
   Only seek thy Father's will.
 
Leave behind thy faithless sorrow,
   And thine every anxious care;
He who only knows the morrow
   Can for thee its burden bear.
 
Leave behind the doubting spirit,
   And thy crushing load of sin;
By thy mighty Saviour's merit,
   Life eternal thou shalt win.
 
Leave the darkness gathering o'er thee,
   Leave the shadow-land behind;
Realms of glory lie before thee;
   Enter in, and welcome find.

~ Frances Havergal