For once my heart was poor,
And I have found a treasury
Of love, a boundless store.
I, once so sick at heart,
Have met with One who knows my case,
And knows the healing art.
For I was wearied sore,
And I have found a mighty arm
Which holds me evermore.
My feet so wide did roam,
And One has brought me from afar,
To find in Him my home.
For I have found a Friend
Who knows my heart’s most secret depths,
Yet loves me without end.
And He had loved so long,
With love so faithful and so deep,
So tender and so strong.
Have heard and known His voice,
And hear it still from day to day.
Can I enough rejoice?