I am not skilled to un­der­stand
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
I on­ly know at His right hand
Is One who is my Sav­ior!

I take Him at His word in­deed;
Christ died for sin­ners—this I read;
For in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Sav­ior!

That He should leave His place on high
And come for sin­ful man to die,
You count it strange? So once did I,
Before I knew my Sav­ior!

And oh, that He ful­filled may see
The tra­vail of His soul in me,
And with His work con­tent­ed be,
As I with my dear Sav­ior!

Yea, liv­ing, dy­ing, let me bring
My strength, my so­lace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my king
Once died to be my Sav­ior!