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Sieh hier bin ich Ehrenkönig

[328]Joachim Neander.1679.

Here behold me, as I cast me

At Thy throne, O glorious King!

Tears fast thronging, childlike longing,

Son of Man, to Thee I bring.

Let me find Thee -- let me find Thee!

Me a poor and worthless thing.

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 grant me Thine.

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 -- let me find Thee!

He hath all things who hath Thee.

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 ready, mighty Lord.