“I sought Thee, weeping, high and low;
I found Thee not; I did not know
I was a sinner; even so
I missed Thee for my Saviour.
I saw Thee sweetly condescend
Of humble men to be the friend;
I chose Thee for my way — my end.
But found not yet my Saviour.
Until upon the cross I saw
My God, who died to meet the law
That man had broken; then I saw
My sin, and then my Saviour.
What seek I longer? let me be
A sinner all my days to Thee
Yet more and more — and Thou to me
Yet more and more my Saviour,
A sinner all my earthly days,
A sinner who believes and prays,
A sinner all his evil ways
Who leaves for his dear Saviour.
Who leaves his evil ways, yet leaves
Not Him to whom his spirit cleaves
More close, that he so often grieves
The soul of his dear Saviour.
Be Thou to me my Lord, my Guide,
My Friend, yea everything beside;
But first, last, best, whate'er betide.
Be Thou to me my Saviour!”
- Dora Greenwell
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