The Shepherd found me in His boundless grace
And love, before I knew that I was lost;
My tiny footsteps scarcely had begun
To tread the path of danger ere I saw
The Shepherd close beside me; ‘twas enough!
No sense of danger made me seek His arms,
I did but catch a glimpse of His dear face,
Then gladly let Him lift me to His breast.
And only after that, when I was safe,
And felt His arms encircling me with love,
Did He Himself point out the road beneath,
And let me see the precipice below.
I saw His love before I saw my need,
I knew my safety long before I knew
The awful death from which He rescued me;
And the I cannot tell when this took place,
Or when I first was clasped in His embrace,
I only know He found me—I am His!