- My soul in trouble roamed
Upon a weary plain,
And ever restless, longed
A perfect bliss to gain.
- Refrain:
I have found it, Lord, in Thee
An everlasting store
Of comfort, joy, and bliss to me:
How can I wish for more?
- Oppressed with guilt and woe,
With fears of hell o’ercast,
My soul no comfort knew
Until I came to Christ.
- I bore within my breast
A deep and painful void,
I wanted inward rest,
And peace that would abide.
- My foolish soul had thought
To fill itself with mold
From earthly mines, yet bought
No true and lasting gold.
- All in this world is dross;
Its pleasures soon decay;
Its honors prove a snare;
Its treasures fly away.
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