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