I thirst, but not as once I did

I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasure there.

It was the sight of Thy dear Cross First weaned my soul from earthly things, And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.

Great Fountain of delight unknown! No longer sink below the brim; But overflow, and pour me down A living and life-giving stream.