O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found (revised)

O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found,
  And found in Thee alone,
The peace, the joy I sought so long,
  The bliss till now unknown.

The delicacies of the earth
Have left me hungry, dry;
Its countless treasures of great worth
My heart can’t satisfy.

I sighed for rest and happiness,
  I yearned for them, not Thee;
But, while I passed my Savior by,
  His love laid hold on me.

I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,
  But, ah, the waters failed!
E’en as I stooped to drink they fled,
  And mocked me as I wailed.

The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,
  But never wept for Thee,
Till grace the sightless eyes received,
  Thy loveliness to see.