A Poem

Once it was a 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 it was painful trying,

Now this perfect trust;

Once a half salvation

Now the uttermost.

Once it was ceaseless holding,

Now He holds me fast,

Once it was constant drifting,

Now my anchors cast.

All in all forever,

Jesus will I sing;

Everything in Jesus,

And Jesus Everything.