Why not here content abide ?
Why art thou for ever pleading ?
Why art thou not satisfied ?
I . . . shall be satisfied,
I . . . shall be satisfied,
When I awake in His likeness.
2 Soul of mine, my heart is clinging
To the earth's fair pomp and pride ;
Ah, why dost thou thus reprove me ?
Why art thou not satisfied ?
3 Soul of mine, must I surrender,
See myself as crucified,
Turn from all of earth's ambition,
That thou may'st be satisfied ?
4 Soul of mine, continue pleading;
Sin rebuke, and folly chide:
I accept the cross of Jesus,
That thou may'st be satisfied.