I had repented, wept, and prayed;
Oft terror-stricken and dismayed,
Lay sleepless with foreboding fears,
My pillow wet with burning tears.
Mine was a task of Do! Do! Do!
Another task was Do not do!
I must Do and Not do this,
Or perish in the deep abyss.
This tale seems hard to comprehend,
And complex too, from end to end,
But now the simple climax hear,
Conversion's story soft and clear,
Since Christ has died, and died for sin,
Why should not mine be counted in?
So simple, yet surpassing sweet,
This thought now saved me from defeat.
Oh jewel rare, Oh precious gem!
He came to save the worst of men;
He died a sacrifice for sin:
Why should not mine be counted in?
And lest you think my story strange;
I'll give the thought that brought the change:
SINCE CHRIST HAS DIED AND DIED FOR SIN,
I KNEW THAT MINE WAS COUNTED IN!
"Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
April