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 Wert Long Beforehand With My Soul;
Always Thou Lovedst Me.