170 VIII.
Under Clouds.
8,7,8,7,8,7
Sieh hier bin ich Ehrenkönig
Joachim Neander. 1679.
Here behold me, as I cast me At Thy throne, O glorious King! Tears fast thronging, childlike longing, Son of Man, to Thee I bring. Let me find Thee--let me find Thee! Me a poor and worthless thing. | Look upon me, Lord, I pray Thee, Let Thy Spirit dwell in mine; Thou hast sought me, Thou hast bought me, Only Thee to know I pine; Let me find Thee--let me find Thee! Take my heart and grant me Thine. | Nought I ask for, nought I strive for, But Thy grace so rich and free, That Thou givest whom Thou lovest, And who truly cleave to Thee; Let me find Thee--let me find Thee! He hath all things who hath Thee. | Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure, Glorious name, or richest hoard, Are but weary, void and dreary, 171 To the heart that longs for God; Let me find Thee--let me find Thee! I am ready, mighty Lord. | |