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 not 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 oh, the whole
Of love is but my an­swer, Lord, to Thee!
For Thou were long be­fore­hand with my soul,
Always Thou lov­est me.