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An anonymous hymn-writer once wrote, telling of what life was like before becoming a Christian (putting it in modern English):
I cried for rest and happiness,
I yearned for them, not You;
But, while I passed my Saviour by,
His love for me was true.
I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,
But, ah, those waters failed
Even as I stooped to drink they fled,
And mocked me as I wailed.
The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,
But never wept for You, Till grace my sightless eyes received,
Your loveliness to view.
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