"I have not sought Thee, I have not found Thee,
                I have not thirsted for Thee:
        And now cold billows of death surround me,
        Buffeting billows of death astound me,--
                Wilt Thou look upon, wilt Thou see
                Thy perishing me?"

"Yea, I have sought thee, yea, I have found thee,
                Yea, I have thirsted for thee,
        Yea, long ago with love's bands I bound thee:
        Now the Everlasting Arms surround thee,--
                Through death's darkness I look and see
                And clasp thee to Me."