Verse 1
The wanderer from his Father’s face,
Who now has wasted all his grace,
On earth can nothing find
To satisfy his soul with food,
Or give the smallest taste of good
To his immortal mind.
Verse 2
Who happy without God would be
Finds only want and misery,
When God is quite remov’d;
How void the spirit, if God’s depart!
And O, what famine in the heart
Where Jesus is not lov’d?