276 Here behold me, as I cast me

1 Here behold me, as I cast me At Thy throne, O glorious King! Sorrows thronging, childlike longing, Son of Man, to Thee I bring. Let me find Thee, Let me find Thee! Me, a poor and worthless thing: 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! 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! He hath all things who hath Thee. 4 Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure, Glorious name, or golden hoard, Are but weary, void and dreary, To the heart that longs for God. Let me find Thee! I am Thine, O mighty Lord!