Once it was the blessing, now it is the Lord

Once it was the blessing, now it is the Lord;
Once it was the feeling, now it is His Word;
Once His gifts I wanted, now the self alone.
Giver own;

Once ‘twas painful trying, now ‘tis perfect trust;
Once a half salvation, now the uttermost;
Once ‘twas ceaseless holding, now He holds me fast;
Once ‘twas constant drifting, now my anchor's cast.

Once ‘twas busy planning, now ‘tis trustful prayer;
Once ‘twas anxious caring, now He has the care;
Once ‘twas what I wanted, now what ceaseless praise.
Jesus says;
Once ‘twas constant asking, now ‘tis

Once it was my working, His it hence shall be;
Once I tried to use Him, now He uses me;
Once the power I wanted, now the alone.
Mighty One;
Once for self I laboured, now for Him

Once I hoped in Jesus, now I know brightly shine;
He's mine;
Once my lamps were dying, now they within the veil.
Once for death I waited, now His coming hail;
And my hopes are anchored safe