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.

I find, I walk, I love,
but oh, the whole
Of love is but my answer,
Lord, to Thee!
For Thou wert long beforehand
with my soul
Always Thou lovest me.

Thou didst reach forth Thy hand
and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on
the storm vexed sea
'Twas not so much that I on
Thee took hold,
As Thou, dear Lord, on me.