Cântăre Ive Found It, Lord, in Thee

1. My soul in trouble roamed

Upon a weary plain,

And ever restless, longed

A perfect bliss to gain.



R: I have found it, Lord, in Thee

An everlasting store

Of comfort, joy, and bliss to me:

How can I wish for more?



2. Oppressed with guilt and woe,

With fears of hell o’ercast,

My soul no comfort knew

Until I came to Christ.



3. I bore within my breast

A deep and painful void,

I wanted inward rest,

And peace that would abide.



4. My foolish soul had thought

To fill itself with mold

From earthly mines, yet bought

No true and lasting gold.



5. All in this world is dross;

Its pleasures soon decay;

Its honors prove a snare;

Its treasures fly away.