The world,
I thought, belonged to me----
Goods,
gold and people, land and sea---
Where'er
I walked beneath God's sky
In those
old days my word was "I".
Years passed;
there flashed my pathway near
The fragment
of a vision dear
My former
word no more sufficed,
And what
I said was - " I and Christ".
But, O,
the more I looked on HIM,
HIS Glory
grew, while mine grew dim,
I shrank
so small, HE towered so high,
All I dared
say - was "Christ and I".
Years more
the vision held its place
And looked
me steadily in the face,
I speak
now in humbler tone,
And what
i say is -
"Christ
alone".