I Sought the Lord
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 O, the
whole of love is but my answer to thee! For thou wert long beforehand with my soul; Always thou lovest me.