Is this all to life—an empty vanity?
Day by day and year by year go by.
Am I just a man, a man just born to die?
And plagued by this vanity.
Deep inside me, My conscience tells me:
I need another destiny.
That my life and future and everything’s so bright.
But a sense inside me, my friends, I can’t deny,
Warning deep inside me that I was living a lie.
And plagued by this vanity.
Deep inside me, My conscience tells me:
I need another destiny.
Always yearning, my friends, is there something better?
And religion, my friends, is just a Sunday game—
Dead teachings and doctrines will leave you just the same.
And plagued by this vanity.
Deep inside me, My conscience tells me:
I need another destiny.
Oh God, who are You? Why don’t You answer me?
The heavens declare You and the earth shows Your beauty.
But I’m a man. Oh God, I’m so empty!
Please hear! Are you really true?
I’m dark and lonely. You’re far, far from me.
Oh Lord, I need You desperately!
To my great surprise, it’s written in the Word.
They asked me to believe You. Your name I once blasphemed.
Dear Lord, You saved me just by calling on Your name.
I’m cleansed and You entered into me.
Oh, Lord Jesus, Your name most precious!
Your Person, dear Lord, I now possess.