Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
                                        
                                        Wretched wanderer, far astray;
                                        
                                        Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
                                        
                                        From the paths of death away;
                                        
                                        Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling,
                                        
                                        Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear,
                                        
                                        And the light of hope revealing,
                                        
                                        Bade the blood-stained cross appear.