1
King of glory, now before Thee
To Thy throne I humbly flee;
Sorrows thronging, childlike longing,
Son of man, I bring to Thee.
Let me find Thee, Let me find Thee,
Poor and worthless though I be.
2
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 own me Thine.
3
Naught I ask for, naught 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.,
4
Earthly treasure, mirth, and pleasure,
Glorious name, or richest hoard,
Are but weary, void, and dreary,
To the heart that longs for God.
Let me find Thee, Let me find Thee:
I am Thine, O mighty Lord.