I thirst, but not as once I did, <br />The vain delights of earth to share; <br />Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid <br />That I should seek my pleasures there. <br /> <br />It was the sight of Thy dear cross <br />First wean'd my soul from earthly things; <br />And taught me to esteem as dross <br />The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. <br /> <br />I want that grace that springs from Thee, <br />That quickens all things where it flows, <br />And makes a wretched thorn like me <br />Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. <br /> <br />Dear fountain of delight unknown! <br />No longer sink below the brim; <br />But overflow, and pour me down <br />A living and life-giving stream! <br /> <br />For sure of all the plants that share <br />The notice of thy Father's eye, <br />None proves less grateful to His care, <br />Or yields him meaner fruit than I.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-thirsteth-for-god/
