Anonymous 19th-century text, set to the composer's own hymn-tune, McClosky. SAB and keyboard. Warm and comforting.
I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek him, seeking me.
It was not that I found, O saviour true;
No, I was found of thee.
Thou did reach forth thy hand and mine enfold.
I walked and sank not on the troubled sea.
'Twas not so much 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 thou lovedst me.