Anthem text
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.
--Anonymous, 1878 |
