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Under clouds.
Here behold me, as I cast me
At thy throne, O glorious King!
Tears fast thronging, child-like longing,
Son of man to thee I bring.
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 grant me thine.
3 Nought I ask for, nought 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 richest hoard
Are but weary, void, and dreary,
To the heart that longs for God:
Let me find thee—
I am ready, mighty Lord.
Joachim Neander.