Anon.

P.M.

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.

2

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.

3

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.