O that I never had gone astray!
                                        
                                        Life was all radiant with hope one day,
                                        
                                        Now all its treasures I’ve thrown away,
                                        
                                        Yet I’ll arise and go;
                                        
                                        Something is saying, “God loves you still,
                                        
                                        Tho’ you have treated His love so ill,”
                                        
                                        I must not wait, for the night grows chill,
                                        
                                        I will arise and go.