I sought the lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek Him, seeking me;
It was not I that found, O Savior true,
No, I was found of Thee
Thou didst reach forth Thy hand and mine enfold;
I walked and sank no on the storm-vexed sea,
'Twas not so much that I on Thee took hold,
As Thou, dear Lord, on me.
I find, I walk, I love, but, O the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord, to Thee;
For Thou wert long before-hand with my soul
Always Thou lovedst me.