Before I was

Thou knewest me before I was, I am all open unto Thee,

And yet Thou lovest me, because My Lord, Thou lovest me.

No other reason can I find,

No other reason can there be;

No human love, were it not blind, Could ever care for me.

But Thy pure eyes do read me through, My soul is naked unto Thee;

And yet, O wonder ever new, My Lord, Thou lovest me.

And Thou wilt love; if good of mine Had caused Thy glorious love to be,

Then surely would Thy love decline And weary, Lord, of me.

I may not fear, for to the end

Thou lovest, Lord. O who but Thee,

The sinner’s Saviour and his Friend, Would set his love on me?

And on Thee now my heart is set,

Thy name is music unto me.

O help me never to forget

That I am loved by Thee.