Three little sunbeams gilding all I see
Three little chords each full of melody
Three little leaves, balm for my agony.
“Who”—
He loved me, the Father’s only Son,
He gave Himself, the precious spotless One;
He shed His blood, and thus the work was done.
“Loved”—
He loved, not merely pitied, here I rest:
Sorrow may come—I to His breast am pressed;
What should I fear while sheltered on His breast?
“Me”—
Wonder of wonders, Jesus loved me,
A wretch—lost—ruined—sunk in misery,
He sought me, found me, raised me—set me free
My soul, the order of the words approve,
Christ first, me last—nothing between but love.
Lord, keep me always down, Thyself above,
Trusting to Thee, not struggling restlessly—
So shall I daily gain the victory;
I, yet not I, but Christ “who loved me.”
H. W.
Scarborough, August 12Th, 1874.