The world I thought belonged to me-
Goods, gold, and people, land and sea;
Wher’er I walked beneath God’s sky,
In those old days, my word was “I.”
Years passed: there flashed my pathway near
The fragment of a vision dear;
My former word no more sufficed,
And what I said was -“I and Christ.”
But 0, the more I looked on Him,
His glory grew, while mine grew dim;
I shrank so small, He towered so high,
All I dared say was -“Christ and I”.
Years more the vision held its place,
And looked me steadily in the face;
I speak now in humbler tone,
And what I say is -“Christ alone.”
