By A. B. Simpson
Once it was the blessing
Now it is the Lord;
Once it was the feeling,
Now it is His word.
Once His gifts I wanted,
Now the giver own;
Once I sought for healing,
Now HIMSELF alone.
Once ‘twas painful trying,
Now ‘tis perfect trust;
Once a half salvation,
Now the uttermost,
Once ‘twas ceaseless holding,
Now He holds me fast;
Once ‘twas constant drifting,
Now my anchor’s cast.
Once ‘tas busy planning;
Now ‘tis trustful prayer;
Once ‘twas anxious caring,
Now, He has the care.
Once ‘twas what I wanted,
Now what Jesus says;
Once ‘twas constant asking,
Now ‘tis ceaseless praise.
Once it was my working,
His it hence shall be;
Once I tried to use Him,
Now He uses me.
Once the power I wanted,
Now the Mighty One;
Once for self I labored,
Now for Him alone.
Once I hoped in Jesus,
Now I know He’s mine;
Once my lamps were dying,
Now they brightly shine.
Once for death I waited,
Now His coming hail;
And my hopes are anchored,
Safe within the vail.


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