All This World, Its Wealth And Honor,
Cannot Sate The Human Breast;
But When Filled With God, Our Father,
Every Want Is Fully Blest.

My Soul Is Satisfied,
My Soul Is Satisfied;
I Am Complete In Jesus’ Love,
And My Soul Is Satisfied.

All My Soul Can Wish Forever
I Do Find In Christ Replete;
Every Blessing And The Giver
In My Peaceful Bosom Meet.

Is Thy Life Bereft Of Comfort?
And Thy Heart A Cheerless Spot?
Say Not Christ Is In Thy Desert-
For We Can Believe It Not.

Can A Bird Drink Up The Ocean,
Thirsting Still From Shore To Shore;
Or The God Of All Creation
Leave Thy Heart Yet Craving More?

Would My Soul Could More Encompass
Heaven’s Glory, Willed To Me;
Oh, The Love Of God So Precious,
‘Tis A Deep And Shoreless Sea