I've Found It, Lord, in Thee

Verse 1

My soul in trouble roamed Upon a weary plain, And ever restless, longed A perfect bliss to gain.

Chorus

I have found it, Lord, in Thee An everlasting store Of comfort, joy, and bliss to me: How can I wish for more?

Verse 2

Oppressed with guilt and woe, With fears of hell o’ercast, My soul no comfort knew Until I came to Christ.

Verse 3

I bore within my breast A deep and painful void, I wanted inward rest, And peace that would abide.

Verse 4

My foolish soul had thought To fill itself with mold From earthly mines, yet bought No true and lasting gold.

Verse 5

All in this world is dross; Its pleasures soon decay; Its honors prove a snare; Its treasures fly away.