Once I looked for Pleasure
From this empty scene;
Counted all for Treasure,
Which was golden sheen;
Floated down the current
On light Folly’s wave;
Plunged in Passion’s torrent,
Freely, yet a slave.
Ye, who thirst for Pleasure,
Why from Jesus rove?
Come, and prove the measure
Of His perfect love;
‘Tis an ever-flowing,
Ever-running well,
Fullest bliss bestowing,
Joy, which none can tell.
Drinking of the river
Of this sacred joy,
Thanks to Thee, the Giver,
Must the heart employ.
Savior, Life eternal,
Holy, blessed Lord,
Sun of bliss supernal,
Be Thy Name adored.