Earthly Woe- To Me Is Dead

Oh earthly woe, I've come to dread
I barely raise my weary head.

What is the cost of earthly gain,
Heartache, sorrow, a drenching rain?

Give angels charge, to keep Your ways
Sustaining me for all my days.

Raise me up from this dusty ash
Therefore a rock I may not dash.

Lord, You alone can satisfy
Self centered gain I must deny.

You will deliver, You have said
Thus earthly woe-to me is dead.