How do I seek ye in humility?
I do not know, for I am cold.
Asleep to the secret veins and ravines,
Of Thy wondrous care; of instruction told.
It pains and leaves me dumb; gone-
And wilt not soon release its hold
Unless Thy light descends from high
Shattering self, and pride so bold.
Countless times I have gone astray,
Lost in iniquity, buried in bruises.
Not wanting to taste Thy goodness for days,
Displeasing Thee with my wickedness.
But Thou ever draws me to the fold,
And as I bow my head in shame,
In tenderness Thou callest my name
And I sing, still barren in filth,
for Thou has loved
This woeful wretch.