When I Met My Savior

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My heart was sad till I met Jesus,
My friends were gone and life seemed vain,
I sought for riches and for glory,
Each joy had turned to grief and pain.
I scoffed at those who spoke of Jesus,
I laughed at those who stopped to pray,
Until I failed in search of honor,
And glittering idols turned to clay.
The years I spent in useless pleasure,
The hours I lived in idle play,
Seemed worthless and my heart was breaking,
I longed to know a better way.
Then one day I met my Savior,
Met Him in the twilight dim;
Joy filled my soul and sorrow vanished,
And I'm happy since His love came in.