I.

Tell a poor soul that I may find;
Where is the Saviour of mankind?
And let me see his smiling face
That I may know, and sing his grace.

II.

Ye foll'wers of the heav'nly Lamb,
Who're bound to spread his bleeding fame,
O, if you can, I pray you tell
Where doth your blessed Jesus dwell?

III.

O let me know that I may flee
To him, and your best friend may see,
Nothing can make my soul rejoice
Until I hear his saving voice.

IV.

O could I find his blessed feet.
There would I choose a humble seat;
There would I choose to spend my days;
Enjoy his love and spread his praise.

V.

O thou that passeth by my door,
To give salvation to the poor,
Since thou doth blessings freely give,
O speak that my poor soul may live.

VI.

I cannot bear to let thee pass,
Without a portion in thy grace;
O let my soul no longer rove,
A stranger to redeeming love.