Words: Josiah Conder, 1789-1855
My Lord, I did not choose You, For that could never be;
My heart would still refuse You, Had You not chosen me.
You took the sin that stained me, You cleansed me, made me new;
Of old You have ordained me, That I should live in You.
Unless Your grace had called me And taught my op-‘ning mind,
The world would have enthralled me, To heav’n-ly glories blind.
My heart knows none above You; For Your rich grace I thirst.
I know that if I love You, You must have loved me first.
PS–If anyone is familiar with this tune, I’d love to hear it.