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Behold me here, in grief draw near

LET ME FIND THEE!

"Seek ye the Lord while he my be found."--Isa. 55:6

"Sieh, hier bin ich, Ehren-Koenig."

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!