1 I am not skilled to understand
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
I only know at His right hand
Stands One who is my Savior.
2 I take Him at His word indeed:
“Christ died for sinners,” this I read;
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Savior.
3 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.
4 And O that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Savior!
5 Yes, 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!
