Long, I strayed, with darkened mind,

Set adrift in folly’s sea;

Captive to each wave and wind –

Slave to every crafty scheme.

Then the gospel showed me life –

Anchored me upon the truth.

Now my soul knows one delight:

Thinking Your thoughts after You.

 

Though my years of futile pride

Warped my passions, views, beliefs;

You have taught me what is right –

You alone define all things.

Lord, I lay my old self down,

That my mind may be renewed;

And Your likeness, I put on –

Thinking Your thoughts after You.

 

May I hold no vain design

Which is contrary to Your Word;

Nothing in the world I find

Set against the Spirit’s sword.

Jesus, to Your words I cling,

For I know their sum is true.

Now by grace, Lord, let me be

Thinking Your thoughts after You.