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, 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, Lord, to thee!

For thou wert long beforehand with my soul

always, always thou lovedst me

Thou lovest me thou

lovedst lovedst

Always thou lovedst me

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, was found of thee