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.”

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