Jesus died upon the cross,
Jesus died for me:
This poor world is only dross—
I have all in Thee.
Satan often tempts me sore,
Seeks to lead aside
And to turn me, more and more,
From the One who died.
But, Lord, when I look to Thee,
Seated on God’s throne,
Beauty I no longer see
But in Thee alone.
Blessed Lord, Thou art enough
As I gaze on high;
Though the pathway here be rough,
Thou dost satisfy.
Thou hast bought me with Thy blood.
Made me free indeed,
And Thou now art all to me,
What more can I need ?
Messages of God’s Love 6/26/1932