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VERSE 1
I come to Thee once more, my Lord,
No longer will I roam;
For I have sought the wide world through,
And never found a home.
VERSE 2
Though bright and many are the spots,
Where I have built a nest;
Yet in the brightest still I pined,
For more abiding rest.
VERSE 3
Riches could bring me joy and pow'r,
And they were fair to see;
Yet gold was but a sorry god,
To serve instead of Thee.
VERSE 4
For Thou hast made this wond'rous soul,
All for thyself alone;
Ah, send Thy sweet transforming grace,
To make it more thine own.
