That I would hear so clear a blast To tie my heart and soul to mast To pursue in haste with childlike trust And yield to His chased love I must.
For none have hunted like the Hound
To seek me lost and make me found. To burn out the chaff of misery
And sacrifice such Love for me.
To deny would be an awful cheat. A wasted life of vain conceit, To think myself somehow above Such true and unconditioned love.
The timeless depth of such great care I cannot bear, I dare not dare. It threads through all that I hold dear It holds me close and draws me near
So then which would be the bigger lie? To love Him back or never try?