I am not skill’d to understand
What God hath will’d, what God hath plann’d;
I only know at His right hand
Is One who is my Saviour!
I take Him at His word indeed:
“Christ died for sinners,” this I read;
For in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Saviour!
That He should leave His place on high,
And come for sinful men to die,
You count it strange?–so once did I,
Before I knew my Saviour!
And O that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Saviour!
Yea, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring,
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Saviour!
Dora Greenwell/Wm.J. Kirkpatrick