O From These Visions Dark And Drear

O, from these visions dark and drear,
Kind Father, set me free;
I struggle yet with darkness here,-
My God, remember me!

Refresh my drooping soul with grace
And quickening energy;
Still running, toiling in the race,-
My God, remember me!

Some cheering ray of hope impart,
Sweet influence from Thee;
And raise this feeble, drooping heart,-
My God, remember me!

For the inheritance in light,
On trembling wings I flee;
With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight,-
My God, remember me!