By A. B. Simpson (1843-1919)
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 Giver own; 
Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone. 
Once ’twas painful trying, Now ’tis perfect trust;
 
Once a half salvation, Now the utterrnost. 
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 Jesus says; 
Once ’twas constant asking, Now ’tis ceaseless praise.
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 Mighty One; 
Once for self I labored, Now for Him alone. 
Once I hoped in Jesus, Now I know He’s mine; 
Once my lamps were dying, Now they brightly shine.
 
Once for death I waited, Now His coming hail; 
And my hopes are anchored, Safe within the vail.
         As quoted in A.W. Tozer, Reclaiming Christianity, 130–31
 

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