“As He is, so are we in this world."-
LORD, what am I? I once for answer sought
Back to my birth of Adam's guilty race;
Defiled by nature, every word and thought
And deed of mine but told of my disgrace.
Far better had I been a thing of naught,
Than fill in this dark world the highest place.
Now what am I? I turn my eyes away
From all the loathsomeness I feel within;
Upon Thy head my hands by faith I lay,
The spotless Victim that hath born my sin:
Oh, wondrous grace, that did the guiltless slay,
That the poor sinner might through Thee be clean!
Lord, what am I? A sinner justified,-
The ransom of my soul Thy precious blood;
A vessel to Thy Father sanctified;
A king-a priest-a son-an heir of God!
In Thee accepted, loved, and glorified-
I stagger at the thought:... it seems too good!
Lord, what am I? I look within the veil;
I am in Thee-"as Thou art, so am I"-
Loved with a love that cannot tire or fail,
Fruit of Thy travail and soul's agony:
Against Thy counsels what can e'er prevail?
My rest, my home, are with Thee in the sky.