
1 I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share:
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasure there.
2 It was the sight of thy dear cross
First wean'd my soul from earthly things;
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
3 I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn, like me,
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
4 Dear fountain of delight unknown!
No longer sink below the brim;
But overflow, and pour me down
A living, and life-giving stream!
5 For sure, of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #420
First Line: | I thirst, but not as once I did |
Author: | William Cowper |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
I thirst, but not as once I did. W. Cowper. [Thirsting for God.] Given in the Olney Hymns, 1779, Bk. iii., No. 61, in 5 stanzas of 4 lines, and headed, "My soul thirsteth for God." It is found in several American collections, and in a few also in Great Britain.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)