442		LM
	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 pleasures there.
2	It was the sight of Thy dear cross     First weaned my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as dross     All worldly mirth, and pomp of kings.
3	I need that grace that springs from Thee,     That quickens everywhere it flows, And makes a desert thorn like me,     Please as the myrtle or the rose.
4	For of the plants around that share     The notice of Thy gracious eye, None is less grateful of Thy care,     Or yields Thee meaner fruit than I.
5	Dear Fountain of delights unknown,     I would forsake this meaner part; Come, overflow, on me come down,     Life-giving stream, O fill my heart.
	William Cowper, 1731-1800‡