I KNOW WHOM I HAVE BELIEVED.
You ask me how I gave my heart to Christ?
I do not know.
There came a yearning for him in my soul
So long ago;
I found earth's flowerets would fade and die;
I wept for something that would satisfy;
And then — and then somehow I seemed to dare
To lift my broken heart to him in prayer.
I do not know —
I can not tell you — how;
I only know
He is my Saviour now. You ask me when I gave my heart to Christ?
I can not tell.
The day, or just the hour, I do not now
Remember well.
It must have been when I was all alone
The light of his forgiving Spirit shone
Into my heart, so clouded o'er with sin;
I think — I think ’t was then I let him in.
I do not know —
I can not tell you — when;
I only know
He is so dear since then. You ask me where I gave my heart to Christ?
I can not say.
That sacred place has faded from my sight
As yesterday.
Perhaps he thought it better I should not
Remember where. How I should love that spot!
I think I could not tear myself away;
For I should wish forever there to stay.
I do not know —
I can not tell you — where;
I only know
He came and blessed me there. You ask me why I gave my heart to Christ?
I can reply.
It is a wondrous story; listen while
I tell you why:
My heart was drawn at length to see his face.
I was alone; I had no resting-place.
I heard of how he loved me with a love
Of depth so great, of height so far above
All human ken;
I longed such love to share,
And sought it then
Upon my knees in prayer.