I COME TO THEE ONCE MORE MY GOD

I come to thee once more, my God\nNo longer will I roam\nFor I have sought the wide world through\nAnd never found a home.\n30\n2. Though bright and many are the spots\nWhere I have built a nest,\nYet in the brightest still I pined\nFor more abiding rest.\n3. Riches could bring me joy and power\nAnd they were fair to see\nYet gold was but a sorry god\nTo serve instead of thee.\n4. Then honour and the world’s good word\nAppeared a nobler faith\nYet could I rest on bliss that hung\nAnd trembled on a breath.\n5. The pleasure of the passing hour\nMy spirit next could wile\nBut soon, full soon, my heart fell sick\nOf pleasure’s weary smile.\n6. More selfish grown, I worshipped health,\nThe flush of manhood’s power\nBut then it came and went so quick,\nIt was but for an hour.\n7. And thus a not unkindly world\nHath done its best for me\nYet I have found, O God no rest,\nNo harbour short of thee.\n8. For thou hast made this wondrous soul\nAll for thyself alone\nAh! Send thy sweet transforming grace\nTo make it more thine own.