Hymns from the Land of Luther

Behold me here, in grief draw near,

Pleading at Thy throne, O King!

To Thee each tear, each trembling fear,

Jesus, Son of man! I bring.

Let me find Thee,--let me find Thee--

Me, a vile and worthless thing!

Look down in love, and from above,

With Thy Spirit satisfy;

Thou hast sought me, Thou hast bought me

And Thy purchase, Lord, am I.

Let me find Thee,--let me find Thee,

Here on earth, and then on high!

No other prayer to Thee I bear,

O my Lord, but only this:

To share Thy grace, to see Thy face,

And to know Thy people's bliss.

Let me find Thee,--let me find Thee--

Thee to find is blessedness!

Hear the broken, scarcely spoken

Utterance of my heart to Thee;

All the crying, all the sighing,

Of Thy child accepted be.

Let me find Thee,--let me find Thee

Thus my soul longs vehemently!

Worldly pleasures, earthly treasures,

Joys and honors, will not stay;

They often pain, and, oh! how vain,

Looking to eternity!

Let me find Thee,--let me find Thee,

Find Thee, O my God, this day!